Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr
Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr Poems
|3.||To A Late Comer||10/6/2012|
|5.||O Wind That Blows Out Of The West||9/4/2010|
|6.||With A Rose From Conway Castle||9/4/2010|
|9.||To A Late Comer||9/4/2010|
|11.||The Legend Of The Organ Builder||9/4/2010|
When you lay before me dead,
In such pallid rest,
On those passive lips of thine
Not one kiss I pressed!
Did you wonder-looking down
From some higher sphere-
Knowing how we two had loved
Many and many a year?
Did you think me strange and cold
When I did not touch,
Even with reverent finger-tips,
What I had loved so much?
Ah! when last you kissed me, dear,
Know you what you said?
'Take this last kiss, my beloved,
Soon shall I be dead!
'Keep it for a solemn sign
Through our love's long night,
Till you give it back again