Poems (Trask)/My Love

by Clara Augusta Jones Trask

MY LOVE.

Thou hast a lone, dark corner in my heart,
    To me unknown!
I've never dared to fathom the dim depth,
    Lest it be stone;
And yet, I know, my soul's most sacred thoughts
    Live there alone.

I know not if I'd love thy clasping arm,
    Or thy lips' kiss,—
I never linger near to catch thy smile,
    Lest it be bliss;
And would I risk to drink of perfect joy
    In world like this?

Often, at midnight, a wild longing comes
    And seizes me;
Fervid, intense, and strong, it folds me round,
    And then I long to be
In some unpeopled, trackless desert waste,
    Alone fore'er with THEE.