MY thoughts
Chink against my ribs
And roll about like silver hail-stones.
I should like to spill them out,
And pour them, all shining,
Over you.
But my heart is shut upon them
And holds them straitly.
Come, You! and open my heart;
That my thoughts torment me no longer,
But glitter in your hair.
Bullion
Amy Lowell
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Poem topics: hair, silver, open, shining, torment, heart, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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