Beloved, lest I should remember, I <br />Must swift forget the wonder of last night. <br />Hot memory would but blacken out my sight <br />And dull my senses till they seemed to die. <br />How could I live, remembering that sigh… <br />That breath…that sob…that all sublime delight? <br />Eternal joy is death, I think, and might <br />Not such sweet madness kill me, coming nigh? <br /> <br />I died with you that hour. Or, if not, merged <br />Myself in you, commingling all my life <br />Within your own, until I fled and fled <br />Into your blood; and my pure pulses surged, <br />Heaped with the wedded bliss of man and wife… <br />Dying, I lived…and living, I was dead.<br /><br />Zora Bernice May Cross<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-sonnet-xvii/
