Your presence there should stir the dead with tremulous warm thoughts of love.
Leave here for me your image fair, graven in crystal carved by time,
Untarnished as a star sublime, unchanging as the love I bear.
God speed you under other skies, drink deep of Europe’s scented charm,
But keep the gesture of your arm, the wistful wonder in your eyes.
MORRIS TYLER.
Quatrains
I. Morality
Behold these proper lovers, when they meet:
Each longs for love’s caresses, but that heat