Author Maurice Henry Hewlett Breathless was she and would not have us part:"Adieu, my Saint," I said, "'tis come to this."But she leaned to me, one hand at her heart,And all her soul sighed trembling in a kiss. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments