I Am the Song of Love |
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the song of love. I murmur gently in the secret places. When the lovers breathe the gladness of the sky; When they laugh, and the cause of their mirth is hidden; When they are awing with the bird, adrift with the cloud, astir with the leaves and the blades of grass and the spring: I am the song they sing. CrocsShoes Convers Shoes Heely Shoes Lacross Boots I am the purl of their caresses. I am the cry of the passion of love. PricePfister Gravis Skateboarding Shoes Lowa Hiking Boots I swell through the ardor of embracing; Tongue whispers me to tongue, and I rise in the breast of the maiden; I throb in the arms that encircle; KidsShoes Birkenstock Sandals Bostonian shoes I beat in the legs that entwine; I climb to a roar of ecstatic flow, man to woman, The full-bellowed call of life. Before the panting diminish, and the blissful anguish die, I am the passion cry. Kichen Aid Mixer CarnivalShoes Cole Hahn Shoes I am the rhythm of their silences. I am the sob of the sorrow of love. When the tigress haunts the jungle of her mind, solitary, baffled, When her mate is caged in convention; is exhibited upon the highways of life; I am the moan of her loneliness, I am the howl of his rage. When the stars glow unheeded above a lone, bowed head; Uug Boots Ecco Receptor Shoes Echo Shoes When longing lovers watch the studded air--each viewing other constellations; When the low bell of midnight falls on the listening, unexpectant ear, And the lark proclaims anew the impotent day; When absence lays its hoar-frost on the soul; When death has come to rob: I am the sorrow-sob. I am the eternal ever-changing song of love. |