Zora Bernice May Cross Sweet Poems

  • 1.
    Late, late last night, when the whole world slept,
    Along to the garden of dreams I crept.
    And I pulled the bell of an old, old house
    Where the moon dipped down like a little white mouse.
    ...
  • 2.
    Give me a child!! Dear Heart, we have loved long,
    Draining each otherĂ¢??s sweetness to the last
    Wild drops of honeyed madness falling fast
    Upon our limbs in ecstasies of song.
    ...
  • 3.
    What have you got in your knapsack fair,
    White moon, bright moon, pearling the air,
    Spinning your bobbins and fabrics free,
    Fleet moon, sweet moon, in to the sea?
    ...
  • 4.
    Love, you have brought to me my perfect soul,
    More sweet than earthly things, more precious rare,
    Hiding its fragrance in my loosened hair
    And folding up my body like a scroll.
    ...
  • 5.
    Beloved, lest I should remember, I
    Must swift forget the wonder of last night.
    Hot memory would but blacken out my sight
    And dull my senses till they seemed to die.
    ...
  • 6.
    Beloved, I who shall be mother soon
    Need mothering myself this tired hour,
    As heavily the sweet and precious power
    Weighs on my heart till I am near to swoon.
    ...
  • 7.
    What have you more than I, who crave you so?
    Have I not hands and feet and thoughts to tell?
    All my sweet senses and fine dreams that swell
    Rich with contentments that the star-winds blow?
    ...
  • 8.
    I would not curse your England, wise as slow,
    Just as unjust in deed.
    I can believe that from her heart may flow
    The truest human creed.
    ...
  • 9.
    Make me the melody of meeting palms,
    The roundelay of little running feet.
    Strike me a measure to a trembling sweet
    Of the mouth-s laughter and the fingers- psalms.
    ...
Total 9 Sweet Poems by Zora Bernice May Cross

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