This Much and More

If my lover were a comet
          Hung in air,
I would braid my leaping body
          In his hair.

Yea, if they buried him ten leagues
          Beneath the loam,
My fingers they would learn to dig
          And I’d plunge home!

Credit

This poem is in the public domain. 

About this Poem

“This Much and More” was published in All-Story Cavalier Weekly on September 4, 1915.