O beauty, passing beauty! Sweetest sweet!
How can thou let me waste my youth in sighs?
I only ask to sit beside thy feet.
Thou knowest I dare not look into thine eyes.
Might I but kiss thy hand! I dare not fold
My arms about thee- scarcely dare to speak.
And nothing seems to me so wild and bold,
As with one kiss to touch thy blessed cheek.
Methinks if I should kiss thee, no control
Within the thrilling brain could keep afloat
The subtle spirit. Even while I spoke,
The bare word 'kiss' hath made my inner soul
To tremble like a lute string, ere the note
Hath melted in the silence that it broke.
Superb poem! ! ! Beauty nicely explored and written.
Amazing and wonderful poetry by Alfred.
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing it with us. E.K.L.
This poem made me smile, dream, remember.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Thou knowest I dare not look into thine eyes.....what a beauty!