But pause, awhile, outside your door.
No one can hear! So now, good-bye!
Darling, to crush you, in the gloom,
With kisses, would be ecstasy....
“Shh! mother’s moving in her room!”
1908.
In Praise of London
I, the son of London men,
But pause, awhile, outside your door.
No one can hear! So now, good-bye!
Darling, to crush you, in the gloom,
With kisses, would be ecstasy....
“Shh! mother’s moving in her room!”
1908.
I, the son of London men,