The little hands too soft and white <br />To have known more laborious hours <br />Than those which die upon a night <br />Of kindling wine and fading flowers; <br /> <br />The little hands that I have kissed, <br />Finger by finger, to the tips, <br />And delicately about each wrist <br />Have set a bracelet with my lips; <br /> <br />Dear soft white little morbid hands, <br />Mine all one night, with what delight <br />Shall I recall in other lands, <br />Dear hands, that you were mine one night!<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hands-45/
