Jessie
1830-1897
WHEN Jessie comes with her soft breast,
And yields the golden keys,
Then is it as if God caress'd
Twin babes upon His knees--
Twin babes that, each to other press'd,
Just feel the Father's arms, wherewith they both are bless'd.
But when I think if we must part,
And all this personal dream be fled--
O then my heart! O then my useless heart!
Would God that thou wert dead--
A clod insensible to joys and ills--
A stone remote in some bleak gully of the hills!
DayPoems Poem No. 739
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/739.html">Jessie by Thomas Edward Brown</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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