Picture Show (Sassoon collection)/Lovers
For works with similar titles, see Lovers.
LOVERS
You were glad to-night: and now you've gone away.Flushed in the dark, you put your dreams to bed;But as you fall asleep I hear you sayThose tired sweet drowsy words we left unsaid.
I am alone: but in the windless nightI listen to the gurgling rain that veilsThe gloom with peace; and whispering of your whiteLimbs, and your mouth that stormed my throat with bliss,The rain becomes your voice, and tells me talesThat crowd my heart with memories of your kiss.
Sleep well: for I can follow you, to blessAnd lull your distant beauty where you roam;And with wild songs of hoarded lovelinessRecall you to these arms that were your home.