When spring comes up the slope of the grey old sea, Like a green galleon, With joy in her wake, with light on her sails, What will she bring to us, my Yvonne? The long, sweet lisp and drench of the sweetness of rain, The strong, glad youth of the sun, And a touch of the madness that makes men wise With the wisdom of lovers, my Yvonne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GULF by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE COUNT THAT DAY LOST by MARY ANN EVANS METAMORPHOSES: 11. INVOCATION OF ISIS by LUCIUS APULEIUS CHANT OF DEPARTURE; A MISSIONARY'S PRAYER by ALFRED BARRETT |