Poems
The Maiden
The transformation of all worlds and stars.
The Lover
Ah! God, the peril, the peril, the madness of it—
Now it must pass, now it must pass—ah, God!
Now it must pass, now it must pass—ah, God!
The Maiden
Would you could read my heart and understand!
The Lover
Oh! my beloved—is it nought to you
The first imperfect sighs, which breathed of Love,
Timidly, daring but to live—no more—
The clasping of hot hands which burned to meet,
The mingling of tired lips which sobbed to kiss—
The life that makes its own eternity—
What is the god's wild rapture to this thing?
The first imperfect sighs, which breathed of Love,
Timidly, daring but to live—no more—
The clasping of hot hands which burned to meet,
The mingling of tired lips which sobbed to kiss—
The life that makes its own eternity—
What is the god's wild rapture to this thing?
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