AH, Golden Eyes, to win you yet, I bring mine April coronet, The lovely blossoms of the spring, For you I weave, to you I bring: These roses with the lilies wet, The dewy dark-eyed violet, Narcissus, and the wind-flower wet. Wilt thou disdain mine offering, Ah, Golden Eyes? Crowned with thy lover's flowers, forget The pride wherein thy heart is set, For thou, like these or anything, Hast but thine hour of blossoming, Thy spring, and then -- the long regret, Ah, Golden Eyes! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE LITTLE BOY FOUND, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE GRANDMITHER, THINK NOT I FORGET by WILLA SIBERT CATHER THE MINSTREL BOY by THOMAS MOORE A WINTER PIECE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SHADOWS OF RECOLLECTION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN ASLEEP, ASLEEP; MARTYDOM OF SAINT STEPHEN by LUCY ANN BENNETT |