Angela Morgan: Choice


Angela Morgan

I'd rather have the thought of you To hold against my heart, My spirit to be taught of you With west winds blowing, Than all the warm caresses Of another love's bestowing, Or all the glories of the world In which you had no part.
I'd rather have the theme of you To thread my nights and days, I'd rather have the dream of you With faint stars glowing, I'd rather have the want of you, The rich, elusive taunt of you Forever and forever and forever unconfessed Than claim the alien comfort Of any other's breast.
O lover! O my lover, That this should come to me! I'd rather have the hope for you, Ah, Love, I'd rather grope for you Within the great abyss Than claim another's kiss — Alone I'd rather go my way Throughout eternity.