Edith Nesbit (Эдит Несбит)

Gretna Green

   LAST night when I kissed you,
      My soul caught alight;
   And oh! how I missed you
      The rest of the night—
   Till Love in derision
      Smote sleep with his wings,
   And gave me in vision
      Impossible things.

   A night that was clouded,
      Long windows asleep;
   Dark avenues crowded
      With secrets to keep.
   A terrace, a lover,
      A foot on the stair;
   The waiting was over,
      The lady was there.

   What a flight, what a night!
      The hoofs splashed and pounded.
   Dark fainted in light
      And the first bird-notes sounded.
   You slept on my shoulder,
      Shy night hid your face;
   But dawn, bolder, colder,
      Beheld our embrace.

   Your lips of vermilion,
      Your ravishing shape,
   The flogging postillion,
      The village agape,
   The rattle and thunder
      Of postchaise a-speed . . .
   My woman, my wonder,
      My ultimate need!

   We two matched for mating
      Came, handclasped, at last,
   Where the blacksmith was waiting
      To fetter us fast . . .
   At the touch of the fetter
      The dream snapped and fell—
   And I woke to your letter
      That bade me farewell.

1. Love and Knowledge
2. The Eternal
3. To One Who Pleaded for Candour in Love
4. The Kiss
5. The Stolen God

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