Thy Touch Upon The Palm

Go trom ma Yet I feel Chat I shall stand Henceforth in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the thresliold of my door Of individual Ufe I shall command The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand Sereoely in the suoshine as bef ore, Without the sense of that which I forbor- Thy touch upoo the palm. The widest land loom takes to part us, leaves thy heart ín in+ With pulses that beat doublé. What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine Must taste of its own grapes. And when I su Ood f or myself. he bears that name of thine. And sees within my eyes the tears of two.