REMEMBER May? Oh, till no more a color tincts the spray, And Life's last branch goes bloomless; aye, my Dear, So long I shall remember that sweet year And sweeter meeting, that divine soft day. Remember you? What glamoury of May I listen to Or see, must have your voice, plead from your eyes. I swear that month was dropped from Paradise To date our dream, and bring the dreaming true. May means remembering you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN WASSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DUTY SURVIVING SELF-LOVE; THE ONLY SURE FRIEND OF DECLINING LIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SETTLER: AMERICA IN THE MAKING by ALFRED BILLINGS STREET SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 8. THEE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) EPISTLE TO A FRIEND, IN ANSWER TO SOME LINES TO BE CHEERFUL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |