By Belle Eugenia Smth

O friends I pray tonight,
Keep not your kisses for my dead
cold brow.
The way is lonely; let me feel them
now.
Think gently of me; I am travel-worn,
My faltering feet are pierced with
many a thorn.
Forgive ..O hearts estranged, forgive,
I plead..
When ceaseless bliss is mine I shall
not need
The tenderness for which I long
tonight.