Saturday, March 28, 2015

I arise from dreams of thee...


Oh, lift me from the grass! 
I die, I faint, I fail! 
Let thy love in kisses rain,
on my lips and eye-lids pale; 

My cheek is cold and white, alas, 
my heart beats loud and fast. 
Oh press it close to thine again, 
where it will break at last.