THE nightingale's sighing Mid elder leaves, Coquetting and toying With soft spring breeze. He flew to the rose, His love to prove: To me ope thy chalice, My loyal love. Beside garden hedge stood Two children fair; They talked of a parting To meet elsewhere. Weep not, little maiden, I'll fears disprove; On earth thou'lt be ever My loyal love! Up rises the lily From azure lake, With yearning ascending The moon to seek. With silvery pencil He writes above: "For me live thou and die, My loyal love!" Long, long, stood I pond'ring, Silent, alone; A rustling from fragrant Woodlands was blown. Yet though louder growing, No thief did move. His arms close, close hold me, My loyal love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE POTOMAC by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE LAST SIGNAL by THOMAS HARDY THE NEWLY WEDDED by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED A COAT by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SARGENT'S PORTRAIT OF EDWIN BOOTH AT THE PLAYERS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |