Explore "Sonnets" by Helen Hay Whitney on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Take all of me, pour out my life as wine, / To dye your soul's sweet shallows. Violent sin / Blazed me a path, and I have walked therein, / Strong, unashamed. Your timorous hands need mine, / As the white stars their sky, your lips' pale line / Shall blush to roses where my lips have been.
I ask no more. I do not hope to win -- / Only to add myself to your design.