57671: Impromptu

<p dir="ltr"> Now, let me feel the feeling of thy hand ---<br> For it is softer than the breasts of girls,<br> And warmer than the pillows of their cheeks,<br> And richer than the fullness of their eyes,<br> And stronger than the ardour of their hearts.<br> Its shape is subtler than a dancer's limbs;<br> Its skin is coloured like the twilight Alp;<br> And odoured like the pale, night-scented flowers,<br> And fresh with early love, as earth with dawn.<br> Yield me thy hand a little while, fair love;<br> That I may feel it; and so feel thy life,<br> And kiss across it, as the sea the sand,<br> And love it, with the love of Sun for Earth.<br> Ah! let me look a long while in thine eyes,<br> For they are deeper than the depths of thought,<br> And clearer than the ether after rain,<br> And suaver than the moving of the moon,<br> And vaster than the void of all desire.<br> Child, let me fully see and know those eyes!<br> Their fire is like the wrath of shaken rubies;<br> Their shade is like the peaceful forest-heart.<br> They hold me as the great star holds the less.<br> I see them as the lights beyond this life.<br> They reach me by a sense not found in man,<br> And bless me with a bliss unguessed of God.</p>