T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Sonnet Eternal
By Donald Evans (18841921)(From Discords, 1911) IT is not that I love thee any less, | |
Which holds me back when I might so close be; | |
Thy lips have opened, calling hungrily, | |
And thy eyes fill with questioning distress. | |
I stand away but to once more confess | 5 |
How my whole soul throbs with its pride in thee,— | |
Still gaze I at my fortune wonderingly, | |
For thou art near the stars in perfectness! | |
O keen clean limbs! O little sweet fleet feet! | |
O bright white thighs that are love’s resting-place! | 10 |
O singing curves that make thy body’s line! | |
When and where was it first we two did meet? | |
And how have I deserved of life this grace, | |
Possession of thy womanhood divine? | |