Shall we regret the lost and lovely spring That woke while you and I were yet apart? And must we mourn because a bluebird's wing, Unseen by me, was thrilling to your heart? What radiant constellations crossed the sky While I was witness and you lay asleep! Such countless gifts, beloved, you and I Have separately received and separate keep. Yet, though the star and migrant bird were fair And we were young, -- such benefit is proved But dust to the munificence we share Within a world awakened by our love. We had no intimate vision of the land Until we watched together, hand in hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIGHT [AND LOVE] by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON THE ROSE-BUD; TO A YOUNG LADY by WILLIAM BROOME TO A LOUSE, ON SEEING ONE ON A LADY'S BONNET AT CHURCH by ROBERT BURNS TERNISSA, FR HELLENICS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TWILIGHT AT THE HEIGHTS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER |