O HYMEN! O hymenee!
Why do you tantalize me thus?
O why sting me for a swift moment only?
Why can you not continue? O why do you now cease?
Is it because, if you continued beyond the swift moment, you would
soon certainly kill me?
More verses by Walt Whitman
- When Lilacs Last In The Dooryard Bloom'D
- Cavalry Crossing A Ford
- A Paumanok Picture
- In Midnight Sleep
- O You Whom I Often And Silently Come