Though he hung dumb upon her wall And was so very still and small -- A miniature, a counterpart, Yet did she press him to her heart On countless, little loving trips, And six times pressed him to her lips! As surely as she kissed him six, As sure as sand and water mix, Sure as canaries sweetly sing, And lilies come when comes the spring, The two have hopes for days of bliss When four warm lips shall meet in kiss; Four eyes shall blend to see as one, Four hands shall do what two have done, Two sorrow-drops will be one tear -- And one shall live in two each year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PECK OF GOLD by ROBERT FROST DOMESDAY BOOK: ARCHIBALD LOWELL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE RUNAWAY SLAVE AT PILGRIM'S POINT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE LOVELINESS OF LOVE by GEORGE DARLEY PROMETHEUS by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE |