WERE I am boy, with a boy's heart beat At glimpse of her passing down the street, into a room she entered is now gone, Or a page her hand had written on, Would all be with me as it was before? O no, never! no, no, never! Never any more.
Were I am a man, with a man's pulse throbbing, Breath hard and fierce, held down like a sob, Dumb, yet hearing her lightest word, Blind, until only her eyes meet mine: Would I... (continue reading)
