Arthur Henry Adams
Arthur Henry Adams Poems
|42.||The Perfect Present||4/26/2012|
|46.||The Wonderful Aussie Waler||4/26/2012|
|47.||The Dwellings Of Our Dead||4/26/2012|
|48.||On The Plains||4/26/2012|
|49.||The Storm And The Bush||4/26/2012|
|51.||Love And Life||4/26/2012|
|52.||After Long Years||4/26/2012|
|56.||The New Woman||4/26/2012|
|57.||On The Sands||4/26/2012|
|59.||A Woman's Farewell||4/26/2012|
|60.||Rain In The Bush||4/26/2012|
|61.||Written In Australia||1/1/2004|
|72.||A Spring Sonnet||1/1/2004|
|73.||A Pair Of Lovers In The Street||1/1/2004|
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A Pair Of Lovers In The Street
A PAIR of lovers in the street!
I dare not mock: with reverence meet
My unforgetting heart I cheat.
Ah, God, spare me—so soon again
At the barred door to beat in vain,
And find their dalliance such fierce pain!
I, yearning up from Hell’s abyss,
See, dreaming through their worlds of bliss,
This Dante and his Beatrice!
For these the distant goal have won
For which God made the plasm and sun;
His patient labouring is done.
For these each Spring has been a bride,
And lonely worlds...
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;