Lit2Go

Long years ago, within a distant clime,
Ere Love had touched me with his wand sublime,
I dreamed of one to make my life’s calm May
The panting passion of a summer’s day.
And ever since, in almost sad suspense,
I have been waiting with a soul intense
To greet and take unto myself the beams,
Of her, my star, the lady of my dreams.

O Love, still longed and looked for, come to me,
Be thy far home by mountain, vale, or sea.
My yearning heart may never find its rest
Until thou liest rapt upon my breast.
The wind may bring its perfume from the south,
Is it so sweet as breath from my love’s mouth?
Oh, naught that surely is, and naught that seems
May turn me from the lady of my dreams.