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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PHANTOM KISS, by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR Poet's Biography First Line: One night in my room, still and beamless Last Line: Thy lips, love, were laid on mine own. Subject(s): Kisses | |||
ONE night in my room, still and beamless, With will and with thought in eclipse, I rested in sleep that was dreamless; When softly there fell on my lips A touch, as of lips that were pressing Mine own with the message of bliss -- A sudden, soft, fleeting caressing, A breath like a maiden's first kiss. I woke -- and the scoffer may doubt me -- I peered in surprise through the gloom; But nothing and none were about me, And I was alone in my room. Perhaps 't was the wind that caressed me And touched me with dew-laden breath; Or, maybe, close-sweeping, there passed me The low-winging Angel of Death. Some sceptic may choose to disdain it, Or one feign to read it aright; Or wisdom may seek to explain it -- This mystical kiss in the night. But rather let fancy thus clear it: That, thinking of me here alone, The miles were made naught, and, in spirit, Thy lips, love, were laid on mine own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 31 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 34 by JAMES JOYCE KISSING AGAIN by DORIANNE LAUX PROMISES, PROMISES by PAUL MULDOON THE CITY OF THE OLESHA FRUIT by NORMAN DUBIE PENDULUM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ERE SLEEP COMES DOWN TO SOOTHE THE WEARY EYES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR |
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