Poem by Arthur Henry Adams

To My Love

"PAINT me," you said, "a poem; give to me
A breathing thought that I may keep to kiss!"
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!

1. Antagonists
2. Bond Street
3. My Land
4. King Street
5. The Garden of the Sea

John Saxe To My Love ("Kiss me softly and speak to me low")

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