27.04.2012, 19:54
Antagonists
What though the neutral sea sever us twain?
In the still night your soul in mine I take;
Your eyes, hilarious with passion, wake,
And love's delirium is mine again,
When all your body's warmth swirled in my brain -
Your face uplifted like a pallid lake
Where in my eager lips their thirst could slake,
With deep-sighed, languorous kisses, keener than pain.
Then suddenly through passion's rosy mists
A shudder trickled, like a stream of blood:
In a grim pause we felt and understood.
The everlasting war that was our fate -
The pitiless struggle and primeval hate
Of old implacable antagonists.
What though the neutral sea sever us twain?
In the still night your soul in mine I take;
Your eyes, hilarious with passion, wake,
And love's delirium is mine again,
When all your body's warmth swirled in my brain -
Your face uplifted like a pallid lake
Where in my eager lips their thirst could slake,
With deep-sighed, languorous kisses, keener than pain.
Then suddenly through passion's rosy mists
A shudder trickled, like a stream of blood:
In a grim pause we felt and understood.
The everlasting war that was our fate -
The pitiless struggle and primeval hate
Of old implacable antagonists.