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Mathilde Blind (Матильда Блайнд)


Song (I am athirst, but not for wine)


I am athirst, but not for wine;
The drink I long for is divine,
Poured only from your eyes in mine.

I hunger, but the bread I want,
Of which my blood and brain are scant,
Is your sweet speech, for which I pant.

I am a-cold, and lagging lame,
Life creeps along my languid frame;
Your love would fan it into flame.

Heaven's in that little word--your love!
It makes my heart coo like a dove,
My tears fall as I think thereof.



Mathilde Blind's other poems:
  1. Apple-Blossom
  2. In Spring
  3. The Red Sunsets, 1883 (The boding sky was charactered with cloud)
  4. Song (Thou walkest with me as the spirit-light)
  5. Apple-Gathering


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