Skip to content
1880–1943

III

Radclyffe Hall

I pledged you in a cup of wine, And every passion that was mine I melted in that nectar rare, To drink to you, I swear — I swear!

I pledged you in the cup of life, Its inmost essence, hot and rife, I caught from drops my heart bled there, To drink to you, I swear — I swear!

Cookies on Poetry Cove

We use cookies to remember your language preference and — only with your consent — to learn how Poetry Cove is used. You can change your mind any time.
III · Radclyffe Hall · Poetry Cove