A fragrance sweeter than a young man's dreams So permeated the warm evening air That I first restlessly stirred, then left my chair, Though rather old to go to such extremes -- For seeking origin of perfume seems Not quite appropriate. I found you there In your garden, smiling. Through your soft brown hair A shimmer of silver hesitantly streams. My beautiful, the years to come are ours, For though these blossoms waited for the moon They profited the more by daytime showers, Gaining a quality too rare for noon, Even as yours. Late blooming gives you powers Surpassing any known to brides of June. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LYMAN KING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WE WEAR THE MASK by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR COUSIN NANCY by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET: 67 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE BLACK PANTHER by JOHN HALL WHEELOCK |