Harmonious trees, whose lit and lissom graces For ever brighten on my hastening eye, Calmed by whose leisure, by whose great griefs raptured, I cared not if the word were live or die, Oh that I might with kisses and caresses Reveal that love to you, most lovely Powers, And like the sun or trembling dew be welcome, And see no winter to our green amours! O could it but be held by these wood-wonders, That time but gently, gently shine and sing! Death first! And even in death this heart, dust-crumbled, Will never give an aspen to the spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GEORGE WASHINGTON by JOHN HALL INGHAM A CHILD'S SONG OF CHRISTMAS by MARJORIE LOWRY CHRISTIE PICKTHALL RAIN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A SONNET. OF LOVE by PHILIP AYRES THE BALLAD OF BAZILE BORGNE by IDA COLE BARTLATT ON THE LIFE OF MAN by FRANCIS BEAUMONT DEATH'S JEST-BOOK by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |