I WALK ALONE
by: Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff
- WALK alone and cry out under
- As one in a desert I hunger for refreshment.
- I have need of the coolness of some azure pool,
- Oh, I would anoint my bosom with the clear water!
- Oh, I would immerse myself in the emulous depths!
- Oh, I would drink of ineffable dreams.
- You, Beloved, are the silvery lake shimmering in the desert
of my youth.
- You only can allay the fever of my spirit!
- On your lips I should drain the fountain of life.
- On your white breast I shall breathe the perfume of numberless
- Therein I shall die a thousand deaths and arise reborn in
the awful splendor of your love....
MORE POEMS BY BLANCHE SHOEMAKER WAGSTAFF
"I Walk Alone" is reprinted
from The Book of Love. Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff. New
York: Mitchell Kennerley, 1917.