The Love-Hour: Difference between revisions
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Where may she of the hall bedroom hold the love-hour? | |||
love-hour? | In what sweet privacy find her soul before the face of the belovéd? | ||
In what sweet privacy find her soul before the face of | |||
the belovéd? | |||
And the kiss that lifts her from the noise of the shop, | And the kiss that lifts her from the noise of the shop, | ||
And the bitter carelessness of the streets? | And the bitter carelessness of the streets? | ||
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But ah, the love of a woman! She will not be cheated! | But ah, the love of a woman! She will not be cheated! | ||
Up the stoop she went to the vestibule of the house, | Up the stoop she went to the vestibule of the house, | ||
And beckoned to me to come to that darkness of | And beckoned to me to come to that darkness of doors: | ||
doors: | Here in a crevice of the public city the love-hour was spent... | ||
Here in a crevice of the public city the love-hour was | |||
spent... | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
</paragraph> | </paragraph> | ||
<paragraph keywords="car, sound, night"> | <paragraph keywords="car, sound, night, snow"> | ||
<poem> | <poem> | ||
Outside rumbled the cars between drifts of the gas-lit | Outside rumbled the cars between drifts of the gas-lit snow, | ||
snow, | |||
And the footsteps fell of the wanderers in the night... | And the footsteps fell of the wanderers in the night... | ||
Within, the dark house slept... | Within, the dark house slept... | ||
But we, in our little cave, stood, and saw in the gleaming | But we, in our little cave, stood, and saw in the gleaming dark | ||
dark | Shine of each other’s eyes, and the flutter of wisps of hair, | ||
Shine of each other’s eyes, and the flutter of wisps of | And our words were breathlessly sweet, and our kisses silent... | ||
hair, | |||
And our words were breathlessly sweet, and our kisses | |||
silent... | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
</paragraph> | </paragraph> | ||
<paragraph keywords=" | <paragraph keywords=""> | ||
<poem> | <poem> | ||
Where is there rose-garden, | Where is there rose-garden, | ||
Revision as of 14:30, 1 July 2024
| Author | Oppenheim, James |
|---|---|
| Genre | Poetry |
| Journal or Book | Songs for the New Era |
| Publisher | The Century Co. |
| Year of Publication | 1914 |
| Pages | 90-91 |
| Additional information | - |
Where may she of the hall bedroom hold the love-hour?
In what sweet privacy find her soul before the face of the belovéd?
And the kiss that lifts her from the noise of the shop,
And the bitter carelessness of the streets?
Neither is there garden nor secret parlor for her:
And cruel winter has spoiled the shores of the sea;
The benches in the park are laden with melting snow,
And the bedroom forbidden...
But ah, the love of a woman! She will not be cheated!
Up the stoop she went to the vestibule of the house,
And beckoned to me to come to that darkness of doors:
Here in a crevice of the public city the love-hour was spent...
Outside rumbled the cars between drifts of the gas-lit snow,
And the footsteps fell of the wanderers in the night...
Within, the dark house slept...
But we, in our little cave, stood, and saw in the gleaming dark
Shine of each other’s eyes, and the flutter of wisps of hair,
And our words were breathlessly sweet, and our kisses silent...
Where is there rose-garden,
Where is there balcony among the cedars and pines,
Where is there moonlit clearing in the dumb wilderness,
Enchanted as this doorway, dark in the glare of the
city?
