Till I Wake Poem by Laurence Hope

Till I Wake



When I am dying, lean over me tenderly, softly,
Stoop, as the yellow roses droop in the wind from the South.
So I may, when I wake, if there be an Awakening,
Keep, what lulled me to sleep, the touch of your lips on my mouth.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: lips,sleep,wind
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