HERE fruit and flowers I bring to thee; green leaves and sprays I proffer; My heart that beats for thee alone with them to thee I lift; With thy two pale white hands flout not the humble gift I offer, And may those lovely eyes of thine find sweetness in my gift. Behold I come before thee with the dew still on my forehead, The chilly wind of dawn thereon hath turned it icy frore; Ah! suffer me to rest my load beside thy feet adoréd, There dreaming I'll grow strong again to bear the load I bore. My head upon thy maiden breast in sweet surrender leaving, Therein the stir of kisses that thy lips have shed shall sound, So shall I fall on quiet nigh thy dear heart's stormy heaving And sleep awhile, when thy fond love its haven shall have found. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITHALAMION by EDMUND SPENSER DRINKING ODE by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS (2) by ANYTE THE HALCYON BIRDS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE SEEKERS by HAZEL MCGEE BOWMAN RUDEL TO THE LADY OF TRIPOLI by ROBERT BROWNING THE LORDS' MASQUE: SONG by THOMAS CAMPION |