Frank Dempster Sherman
Frank Dempster Sherman Poems
|3.||A Butterfly In Wall Street||4/22/2010|
|4.||A Pacific Dawn||4/22/2010|
|6.||On A Greek Vase||4/22/2010|
|7.||On Some Buttercups||4/22/2010|
|9.||The Rose’s Cup||4/22/2010|
|11.||To A Rose||4/22/2010|
My heart was winter-bound until
I heard you sing;
O voice of Love, hush not, but fill
My life with Spring!
My hopes were homeless things before
I saw your eyes;
O smile of Love, close not the door
My dreams were bitter once, and then
I found them bliss;
O lips of Love, give me again
Your rose to kiss!
Springtide of Love! The secret sweet
Is ours alone;
O heart of Love, at last you beat ...
Out of the purple drifts,
From the shadow sea of night,
On tides of musk a moth uplifts
Its weary wings of white.
Is it a dream or ghost
Of a dream that comes to me,
Here in the twilight on the coast,
Blue cinctured by the sea?