Caressing reassures lovers that their love endures.
WITTER BYNNER, "Rose-Time"
I am a miser of my memories of you
And will not spend them.
When they were anticipations
I spent them
And bought you with them,
But now I have exchanged you for memories,
And I will only pour them from one hand into the other
And back again.
WITTER BYNNER, "I Compute", The Beloved Stranger
- O, high the happy bosom heaves
- When love is in the dancer!
WITTER BYNNER, "Three Poplars"