Love and harmony combine, And around our souls intwine, While thy branches mix with mine, And our roots together join. Joys upon our branches sit, Chirping loud, and singing sweet; Like gentle streams beneath our feet Innocence and virtue meet. Thou the golden fruit dost bear, I am clad in flowers fair; Thy sweet boughs perfume the air, And the turtle buildeth there. There she sits and feeds her young, Sweet I hear her mournful song; And thy lovely leaves among, There is love: I hear his tongue. There his charming nest doth lay, There he sleeps the night away; There he sports along the day, And doth among our branches play. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTEMPLATIONS by ANNE BRADSTREET IN THE PINK' by SIEGFRIED SASSOON VERS LIBRE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE MORAL FABLES: THE SHEEP AND THE DOG by AESOP IN AN ATELIER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO SAN FRANCISCO by S. J. ALEXANDER SOLILOQUIES OF A SMALL-TOWN TAXI-DRIVER: ON THE WRITING OF POETRY by EDGAR BARRATT |