-PAINT me,â? you said, -a poem; give to me
A breathing thought that I may keep to kiss!â?
While that low laugh that aye a mandate is
Nestled upon your lips. Call memory
To that fair moment when you heard my plea,
And in the tumult of my arms' warm bliss,
Like a frail floweret that is crushed amiss.
You thrilled to frenzied life exultantly,
And all your body pulsed with love's desire!
Can I in words that perfect hour rehearse,
Or write the vehemence of veins on fire?
My lips would only kiss-and you require
From my heart's royal hoard one pallid verse-
The grey, cold ashes left on passion's pyre!
To My Love
Arthur Henry Adams
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