Here you will find the Poem And Does She Still Perceive of poet Christopher John Brennan
And does she still perceive, her curtain drawn, white fields, where maiden Dawn is anguish'd with the untold approach of joy? or in the wooing forenoon softly pass where of our little friends that knew us, girl and boy, the delicate feather-pinks, each dainty greeting bends before her step, amid the pale sweet grass? or warmer flush our poppies with her blush as the long day of love grows bold for the red kiss and dreams of bliss dizzy the brain and awe the youthful blood? Surely her longing gaze hath call'd them forth the bashful blue-eyed flower-births of the North, forget-me-nots and violets of the wood, those maids that slept beneath the snow, and every gracious thing that glads the spring! ? Ah sweet! but dream me in thy landscape there as I have pictured thee and I shall rest the long day at thy knee beneath thy hair: and Thou and I unconscious of surprise but innocently quiet and gravely glad and just a little sad with longing long repress'd, shall fill with grace each other's welcome eyes till the shy evening rise and the streaming lilac-bloom enchant the drowsed air, hushing it soft and warm round pillows press'd by happy lovers' rest lost in that timeless hour when breast is joined to breast.
