Here you will find thePoemLove Sonnet XXVIIIof poet Zora Bernice May Cross
Give me a child!! Dear Heart, we have loved long, Draining each other?s sweetness to the last Wild drops of honeyed madness falling fast Upon our limbs in ecstasies of song. ?More love,? we cried. ?More, and still more.? And, strong And fierce, the tide of passion filled the vast Immeasured space of our desire, and cast Us breathless to the realms the white gods throng. My Poet, let the tempest rise once more, Until from spirit out of spirit, wise And free, we draw our own youth back again? My dimpled chin, your eyes; and learn the lore Of everlasting life and all emprise From the sweet child that comes to us through pain.
