Confession
Each thought the other had nor sipped nor flungThe burning sense-wine tingling through each vein.And so we sat and heard old ballads sungWith such child things throughout a night of rain;Until a somehow smoldering poem rangThrough all my flesh. Sublimely without fearSomehow that smoldering song I wildly sang!And poured my wintry wine dregs full and clear.It seemed a lighted radiance sought her face,Till we were friends no more but strangely one;And silently we left that sacred placeTo muse how deep two secret rivers run.
Each thought the other had nor sipped nor flungThe burning sense-wine tingling through each vein.And so we sat and heard old ballads sungWith such child things throughout a night of rain;Until a somehow smoldering poem rangThrough all my flesh. Sublimely without fearSomehow that smoldering song I wildly sang!And poured my wintry wine dregs full and clear.It seemed a lighted radiance sought her face,Till we were friends no more but strangely one;And silently we left that sacred placeTo muse how deep two secret rivers run.
Each thought the other had nor sipped nor flungThe burning sense-wine tingling through each vein.And so we sat and heard old ballads sungWith such child things throughout a night of rain;Until a somehow smoldering poem rangThrough all my flesh. Sublimely without fearSomehow that smoldering song I wildly sang!And poured my wintry wine dregs full and clear.
Each thought the other had nor sipped nor flung
The burning sense-wine tingling through each vein.
And so we sat and heard old ballads sung
With such child things throughout a night of rain;
Until a somehow smoldering poem rang
Through all my flesh. Sublimely without fear
Somehow that smoldering song I wildly sang!
And poured my wintry wine dregs full and clear.
It seemed a lighted radiance sought her face,Till we were friends no more but strangely one;And silently we left that sacred placeTo muse how deep two secret rivers run.
It seemed a lighted radiance sought her face,
Till we were friends no more but strangely one;
And silently we left that sacred place
To muse how deep two secret rivers run.
LAIRD SHIELDS GOLDSBOROUGH.