23.07.2007, 08:28
THE DARK ROOM. I.
A MAIDEN sought her love in a dark room,
So early had she yearned from yearning sleep,
So hard it was from her true love to keep, -
And blind she went through that all-silent gloom,
Like one who wanders weeping in a tomb.
Heavy her heart, but her light fingers leap
With restless grasp and question in that deep
Unanswering void. Now when a hand did loom
At last, how swift her warm impassioned face
Pressed'gainst the black and solemn-yielding air,
As near more near she groped to that bright place
And seized the hand, and drowned it with her hair,
And bent her body to his fierce embrace,
And was so joyful in the darkness there.
A MAIDEN sought her love in a dark room,
So early had she yearned from yearning sleep,
So hard it was from her true love to keep, -
And blind she went through that all-silent gloom,
Like one who wanders weeping in a tomb.
Heavy her heart, but her light fingers leap
With restless grasp and question in that deep
Unanswering void. Now when a hand did loom
At last, how swift her warm impassioned face
Pressed'gainst the black and solemn-yielding air,
As near more near she groped to that bright place
And seized the hand, and drowned it with her hair,
And bent her body to his fierce embrace,
And was so joyful in the darkness there.