Poems of Passion

'tis mine own.

Once more, in our love's sweet beginning, I put away God and the World; Once more, in the joys of our sinning, Are the hopes of eternity hurled. There is nothing my soul lacks or misses As I clasp the dream shape to my breast; In the passion and pain of her kisses Life blooms to its richest and best.

For we loved with that passionate love of youth That blesses but once with its perfect bliss— A love that, in spite of its trust and truth, Seems never to thrive in a world like this.