Love
Till I Wake
From India's Love Lyrics (The Garden of Kama, 1901)
Love
When I am dying, lean over me tenderly, softly,
Stoop, as the yellow roses droop in the wind from the South.
So I may, when I wake, if there be an Awakening,
Keep, what lulled me to sleep, the touch of your lips on my mouth.
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MLA
Hope, Laurence. “Till I Wake.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/hope/57/.
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Hope, Laurence. “Till I Wake.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/hope/57/.
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