O! but for another day with thee

• Emily Smith, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2004

O! but for another day with thee -
I would bleed my heart to dust;
At once forgather my soul's debris
And it into Hell's flames thrust

To feel honeyed sun upon my face
While lost within thine arms
I'd dance with Hell beasts; fall from grace -
Foreswear all o' Heav'ns charms

For the blackest night could ne'er haunt me
Like the light behind your eyes;
Nor anything e'er taunt me
Like the embrace our severance denies

I'll bear eternities of bloody brutality:
O! but for another day with thee