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T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.

I Love My Love in the Morning

By J. William Lloyd (1857–1940)
 
(From Wind-Harp Songs, 1895)

SWEETHEART, lie still upon my breast,
With love-red lips to mine impressed,
And satin limbs that twine with mine,
Like clinging tendrils of a vine.
 
O, love, the morning ’gins to peep,        5
The rainbow-robèd cataracts leap,
A spotted fawn stands in the glade,
The dew-drop diamonds gem each blade.
 
Sweet love, I feel your gentle heart
Throb where the spherèd bosoms part;        10
My necklace rare, your warm white arms,
My coverlet, disheveled charms.
 
The whoop-crane’s clangor wakes the fens,
Thrush voices pulse in echoing glens,
On wave-wet sands the sea birds meet,        15
Shy violets hide ’neath clover sweet.
 
Ah man is man, and maid is maid,
Sweet echoes, by each other swayed;—
Soft eyes will smile, red lips will cling,
Till Death his last scythe stroke shall swing.        20
 
The wild-fowl wedge through Northern skies,
In Indian glades the tiger sighs,
The siroc whirls the desert sands—
Love touches all, all climes, all lands.