 Lady, whom my beloved loves so well : When on his clasping arm thy head reclineth, When on thy lips his ardent kisses dwell, And the bright flood of burning light, that shineth In his dark eyes, is poured into thine ; When thou shalt lie enfolded to his...  Poems - Page 75by Fanny Kemble - 1844 - 152 pagesFull view - About this book
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...bright flood of burning light, that shineth In his dark eyes, is poured into thine ; When thou shall lie enfolded to his heart, In all the trusting helplessness...wild thoughts dwell In one eternal pang of memory.' — p. 75. ' Oh ! turn those eyes away from me ! Though sweet yet fearful are their rays ; And though... | |
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