O touch me with your hands--
For pity's sake!
My brow throbs ever on with such an ache
As only your cool touch may take away;
And so, I pray
You, touch me with your hands!
Touch--touch me with your hands.--
Smooth back the hair
You once caressed, and kissed, and called so fair
That I did dream its gold would wear alway,
And lo, to-day--
O touch me with your hands!
Just touch me with your hands,
And let them press
My weary eyelids with the old caress,
And lull me till I sleep. Then go your way,
That Death may say:
He touched her with his hands.
The Passing Of A Heart
James Whitcomb Riley
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Poem topics: away, death, dream, hair, sleep, pray, sake, gold, cool, Valentine's Day, I love you, I miss you, touch, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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