I tremble when I touch thy garment’s rim;
I clasp thy waist, I feel thy bosom’s beat,—
Oh, kiss me into faintness sweet and dim!
Thou leanest to me as a swelling peach,
Full-juiced and mellow, leaneth to the taker’s reach.
Thy hair is loosened by that kiss you gave;
It floods my shoulders o’er;
Another yet! Oh, as a weary wave
Subsides upon the shore,
My hungry being, with its hopes, its fears,