"Chaque Baiser Vaut Un Roman"

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Title:     "Chaque Baiser Vaut Un Roman"
Author: Helen Hay Whitney [More Titles by Whitney]

I, living love and laughter, have forgot
   The way the heart has uttered melody.
   As sobbing, plaintive cadence of the sea
 A poet's soul should rest, remembering not
 The inland paths of green, the flowers, the spot
   Where fairies ring. In hermit ecstasy
   Music is born, and gay or wofully
 Lovers of Poesy share her lonely lot.
 For you and me, Beloved, crowned with Spring,
   Catching Love's flowers from off the lap of Time,
 What are the songs my voice has scorned to sing?
 Ghostly they hover round my heart-wise lips;
   Into a kiss I fold my rose of Rhyme,
 Laid like a martyr on your finger-tips.

[The end]
Helen Hay Whitney's poem: "chaque Baiser Vaut Un Roman"

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