Trickle drops

Trickle, drops! my blue veins leaving!

O drops of me! trickle, slow drops,

Candid, from me falling -- drip, bleeding drops,

From wounds made to free you whence you were prison'd,

From my face -- from my forehead and lips,

From my breast -- from within where I was conceal'd -- press forth, red drops -- confession drops;

Stain every page -- stain every song I sing, every word I say, bloody drops;

Let them know your scarlet heat -- let them glisten;

Saturate them with yourself, all ashamed and wet;

Glow upon all I have written, or shall write, bleeding drops;

Let it all be seen in your light, blushing drops.