Erotica/An Appeal
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An Appeal
My love is all too great for speech,The words that swell upon my tongueFall still-born back, unsaid, unsung; Canst not divineThe mute appeal that shines from eachOf my soul's windows, lit withinBy burning love, yet does not win Return from thine?
O, let one answering look appeaseThe thirst of life's parched desert lands,Down the long reaches of whose sands I wander lone,Then shall the wilderness with treesBud, in whose branches all day longBirds shall awake and break in song For thee mine own.