Touch me, from out your breast of love, <br />With such white hands that be <br />As beautiful as a dream of <br />Your lips' virginity; <br />Or else look pity on my hope, <br />And that sweet sorrow shall <br />With the pang of departure cope, <br />And make amends for all.<br /><br />Robert Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-passion-of-love-s-power/
