My love, my love, if you could come once more <br />From your high place, <br />I would not question you for heavenly lore, <br />But, silent, take the comfort of your face. <br /> <br />I would not ask you if those golden spheres <br />In love rejoice, <br />If only our stained star hath sin and tears, <br />But fill my famished hearing with your voice. <br /> <br />One touch of you were worth a thousand creeds. <br />My wound is numb <br />Through toil-pressed, but all night long it bleeds <br />In aching dreams, and still you cannot come.<br /><br />Katharine Lee Bates<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-you-could-come/
