Confession

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.


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