Terre Promise
Even now the fragrant darkness of her hair Had brushed my cheek; and once, in passing by, Her hand upon my hand lay tranquilly: What things unspoken trembled in the air! Always I know, how little severs me From mine heart's country, that is yet so far; And must I lean and long across a bar, That half a word would shatter utterly? Ah might it be, that just by touch of hand, Or speaking silence, shall the barrier fall; And she shall pass, with no vain words at all, But droop into mine arms, and understand!
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"Even now the fragrant darkness of her hair..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Ernest Christopher Dowson delivers a powerful performance in "Terre Promise"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...