I WALK ALONE
by: Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff
- WALK alone and cry out under
the stars;
- As one in a desert I hunger for refreshment.
- I have need of the coolness of some azure pool,
- Oh, I would anoint my bosom with the clear water!
- Oh, I would immerse myself in the emulous depths!
- Oh, I would drink of ineffable dreams.
- You, Beloved, are the silvery lake shimmering in the desert
of my youth.
- You only can allay the fever of my spirit!
- On your lips I should drain the fountain of life.
- On your white breast I shall breathe the perfume of numberless
lilies.
- Therein I shall die a thousand deaths and arise reborn in
the awful splendor of your love....
"I Walk Alone" is reprinted
from The Book of Love. Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff. New
York: Mitchell Kennerley, 1917. |
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