Queen, whose perilous bosom bare
Was the field of love's emprise,
I would hush my weary sighs
In the silence of thy hair.
In my heart thy kisses wrought
Raptures of the fabled faun;
Seal my lids before the dawn
With thy lips, and lift them not.
Queen, whose breasts were mine to keep
Through the moon-abandoned night,
Languid love and dead delight
In thine arms are fain to sleep.
The Song Of Cartha
Clark Ashton Smith
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Poem topics: hair, heart, moon, night, silence, sleep, field, delight, dawn, thine, queen, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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