Arthur Henry Adams

(6 December 1872 – 4 March 1936 / Lawrence / New Zealand)

Lovers - Poem by Arthur Henry Adams

I thought, because we had been friends so long,
That I knew all your dear lips dared intend
Before they dawned to speech. Our thoughts would blend,
I dreamed, like memories that faintly throng.
Your voice dwelt in me like an olden song.
Petal, I thought, from petal I could rend
The blossom of your soul, and at the end
Find still the same sweet fragrance. I was wrong.
Last evening in our eyes love brimmed to birth;
Our friendship faded, lost in passion's mist.
We had been strangers only! Here, close-caught
Against my heart the dim face I had sought
So long! And now the only thing on earth--
Your piteous mouth, a-tremble to be kissed!

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  • Tapan M. Saren (9/2/2016 11:55:00 PM)

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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