I STOOD where Love in brimming armfuls bore Slight wanton flowers and foolish toys of fruit: And round him ladies thronged in warm pursuit, Fingered and lipped and proffered the strange store. And from one hand the petal and the core Savoured of sleep; and cluster and curled shoot Seemed from another hand like shame's salute,-- Gifts that I felt my cheek was blushing for. At last Love bade my Lady give the same: And as I looked, the dew was light thereon; And as I took them, at her touch they shone With inmost heaven-hue of the heart of flame. And then Love said: "Lo! when the hand is hers, Follies of love are love's true ministers." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRESIDENT GARFIELD by GEORGE SANTAYANA HENRY MOORE'S STATUE AT LINCOLN CENTER by KAREN SWENSON A CHRISTMAS HYMN (OLD STYLE: 1837) by ALFRED DOMETT SONG AT THE FEAST OF BROUGHAM CASTLE; UPON RSTORATION OF LORD CLIFFORD by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THEY CALL IT BUSINESS by CHARLES G. ADAMS MONODY ON THE ASTOR HOUSE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS VILLANELLE, WITH STEVENSON'S ASSISTANCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |