T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
I Love My Love in the Morning
By J. William Lloyd (18571940)(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. | |