| Poems by Women |
WILD WISHES
I wish, because the sweetness of your passing
Makes all the earth a garden
where you tread,
That I might be the meanest of your roses,
To pave your
path with petals passion-red!
I wish, because the softness of your breathing
Stirs the white jasmine at
your window frame,
That I might be the fragrance of a flower,
To stir the
night breeze with your dearest name!
I wish, because the glory of your dreaming
Strews all the field of heaven
with throbbing stars,
That I might storm the portals of your slumber,
And
soar with you beyond night's golden bars!
I wish to be the day you die, Beloved,
Though at its close my foolish
heart must break!
But most of all, I wish, my dearest darling,
To be the
Blessed Morning when you wake!
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
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