Gamaliel Bradford

(9 October 1863 - 11 April 1932 / Boston, Massachusetts)

Heinelet Ii - Poem by Gamaliel Bradford

They met, as it were, in a mist,
Pale, curious, eager, uncertain.
When each clasped the other and kissed,
The mist rolled aside like a curtain.

There were fields of delight to explore,
Where it seemed that their lips could not sever.
Now their lips are as lone as before
And the cold mist is thicker than ever.

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  • (9/22/2015 8:27:00 PM)

    first love is the deepest (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 4, 2012

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