I am athirst, but not for wine; <br />The drink I long for is divine, <br />Poured only from your eyes in mine. <br /> <br />I hunger, but the bread I want, <br />Of which my blood and brain are scant, <br />Is your sweet speech, for which I pant. <br /> <br />I am a-cold, and lagging lame, <br />Life creeps along my languid frame; <br />Your love would fan it into flame. <br /> <br />Heaven's in that little word--your love! <br />It makes my heart coo like a dove, <br />My tears fall as I think thereof.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-athirst-but-not-for-wine/
