I sometimes think Thou art my secret love; But not to-night. . . . To-night I have the need Of human tenderness; not hovering wings, But one warm breast where I may lay my head And close my eyes. For I am tired to-night. . . . The park was full of lovers, And such a slender moon looked down on them. . . . For one kiss of one mouth, free-given, I Would give -- what's left of me to-night To the last dream! Art Thou a jealous god? Dost think to force by loneliness Unwilling love to Thee? Beware, beware! The winds of madness blow Strong, strong on nights like these! . . . Thou dost deny me what's of life most sweet, The bending head and lovely eyes of love -- Then give, beseech Thee, give me sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISSING THE BO IN THE HENHOUSE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THEN AND NOW by CECIL DAY LEWIS FRAGMENTARY BLUE by ROBERT FROST INTERRACIAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON COUNTRYWOMEN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE DARKEST HOUR; OXFORD, 1917 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |