Menken, Adah Isaacs
|INTO THE DEPTHS.|
How can I live so deep into the depths with all the
wealth of love?55Oh, unspeakable, passionate fire of love!
Cold blood heedeth ye not.
Cold eyes know ye not.
But in this wild soul of seething passion we have
I feel thy lava tide dashing recklessly through every blue
Grand, beauteous Love!
Let us live alone, far from the world of battle and pain,
where we can forget this grief that has plunged me into
We will revel in ourselves.
Come, Eros, thou creator of this divine passion, come
and lay my weary head on your bosom.
Draw me dose up to your white breast and lull me to
Smooth back the damp, tangled mass from my pale
I am so weary of battle--
Take this heavy shield.
I am so weary of toil--
Loosen my garments.
Now, wrap me close in your bosom to rest.
Let your breath warm my cold face.
This is life--this is love!
Oh, kiss me till I sleep--till I sleep--I Sleep.