bosoms

But that the Worthy and the Good shall say,

Striking their pensive bosoms--_Here_ lies GAY.

In tasks so bold, can little men engage,

And in soft bosoms dwells such mighty rage?

There sat along the forms, like morning doves

That sun their milky bosoms on the thatch,

A patient range of pupils ; she herself

Hand in hand wander, shout, laugh, and sing:

Lo, in their bosoms, wild with the marvel,

Love, like the crocus, is come ere the Spring.

So singly flagged the pulses of each heart.

Their bosoms sundered, with the opening start

Of married flowers to either side outspread

Two hands apart whose touch alone gives ease;

Two bosoms which, heart-shrined with mutual flame,

Would, meeting in one clasp, be made the same;

Their hearts filched out of their bosoms,

Nor plan for dahlias to be.

Every human heart is human,

That in even savage bosoms

There are longings, yearnings, strivings