A sweetness not of flowers or suns or seas Broods o'er thee. Thou art mingled with the air Of summer: yet than summer sky more fair Thou art, and tenderer than June-soft breeze. Thy sweetness, love, is in the almond-trees And in the lilacs,—and the breath of spring Doth round about thee like a garment cling; Yet art thou sweeter, sweetest soul, than these. Thy sweetness meets me in the morning-tide, And as the breath of flowers it fills the noon And all the forest vistas far and wide And trackless spaces haunted of the moon. By day thou art my joy, and, when the night Folds wings around us, mine untold delight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PILGRIM [SONG], FR. THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS by JOHN BUNYAN MY YOUTH by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES OLD FOLKS AT HOME by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER HIS PRAYER TO BEN JONSON by ROBERT HERRICK UNDER THE VIOLETS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES TIPPERARY: 3. AS THE INTERLINEARS MIGHT TAKE IT FROM XENOPHON by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |