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I knew my madness, but my heart was fire And all was swept away in my desire. Her very gown of daintiest, filmiest lace, Seemed cumbersome to me and out of place; I reached and tore it, throat to hem, to find-- How cruel Fate has been to those born blind. For even the moonbeams, stealing through the bars, Turned back to whisper to the twinkling stars, And tip-toed out again to realms of space, But left the memory of her blushing face. And when, at last, her beating heart stood still, As though no more subservient to her will, And when with fluttering breath, she closed her eyes, I seemed to lose her, in a mist of sighs. My senses swam as though a bursting star Had set on fire the cloudland realms afar, For one brief moment, I was lost in fear That all I held so passionately dear Might chide me as she never had before, And hold me in her clinging arms no more. I was a boy--unversed in Nature's needs, Unlearned of a widow's ways, without their weeds. She was not wanton. Nay! she was a woman, Whose wakened, passionate heart was truly human. And just when love was bursting into flower, The fates, relentless, sent her saddest hour, And, torn apart, from all she held most dear, Time's healing touch had dried the falling tear. She loved me. I could feel her bosom stir And strove to soothe my turbulent thoughts of her. But boon companions who have loved for long, Draw wavering lines betwixt the right and wrong. And who shall say that love, new-born like this, Must never know the madness of a kiss! And who shall say it was her duty clear To let me find a different atmosphere In which to learn the mysteries of the world, Where unclad sin, in wicked eddies whirled! I must not whisper, in a careless way, CrocsShoes Keen Sandles Dansko shoes BrandShoes The thoughts that came to me at dawn of day. And yet--when asked what age of womanhood Brings most delight, producing most of good, I turn to widowhood with tender touch, And say: "Stop here, for widows know so much." |