Jessie

When Jessie comes with her soft breast,
And yields the golden keys,
Then is it as if God caressed
Twin babes upon His knees —
Twin babes that, each to other pressed,
Just feel the Father's arms, wherewith they both arc blessed.
But when I think if we must part,
And all this personal dream be fled—
O, then my heart! O, then my useless heart!
Would God that thou wert dead —
A clod insensible to joys or ills —
A stone remote in some bleak gully of the hills!