Trinckle, 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.