Come forth, my love, and greet the jocund day. Pack evil work and bitter cares away. We'll flee the city, with its blistering heat, The honking horns, and crowds that tramp the street. We'll find the place where all our dreams come true, Where peace and joy and life itself means you. We'll find that sweet, remote, sequestered dell And make a heaven of this earthly hell. But haste, my love, for night creeps on apace, And shadows fall that nothing can erase. Then hand in hand, as lovers should, They blithely wandered to the wood. Behold this gorgeous pageantry of green, With light and shadow softly spaced between, And through these fairy aisles and glimpse of skies That mirrors the blue of your lovely eyes. The violets even lift their heads to greet The dainty, rhythmic tread of your dear feet. Now turn, my love, just half way round and look At the dancing lights on the forest brook. Then with loving words, and a world of tact, He calmly shot her in the back. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: AT NICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS KILLED IN ACTION by ISAAC ROSENBERG ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A SECOND REVIEW OF THE GRAND ARMY [MAY 24, 1865] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE WHITE SPIRITUAL by WILLIAM BERRY |