WHEN Jessie comes with her soft breast, <br /> And yields the golden keys, <br />Then is it as if God caress'd <br /> Twin babes upon His knees-- <br />Twin babes that, each to other press'd, <br />Just feel the Father's arms, wherewith they both are bless'd. <br /> <br />But when I think if we must part, <br /> And all this personal dream be fled-- <br />O then my heart! O then my useless heart! <br /> Would God that thou wert dead-- <br />A clod insensible to joys and ills-- <br />A stone remote in some bleak gully of the hills!<br /><br />Thomas Edward Brown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jessie/
