LAUGH out, O stream, from your bed of green, Where you lie in the sun's embrace; And talk to the reeds that o'er you lean To touch your dimpled face; But let your talk be sweet as it will, And your laughter be as gay, You cannot laugh as I laugh in my heart, For my lover will come to-day! Sing sweet, little bird, sing out to your mate That hides in the leafy grove; Sing clear and tell him for him you wait, And tell him of all your love; But though you sing till you shake the buds And the tender leaves of May, My spirit thrills with a sweeter song, For my lover must come to-day! Come up, O winds, come up from the south With eager hurrying feet, And kiss your red rose on her mouth In the bower where she blushes sweet; But you cannot kiss your darling flower, Though you clasp her as you may, As I kiss in my thought the lover dear I shall hold in my arms to-day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: BARNEY HAINSFEATHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE PRESENT CRISIS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL FITZ-GREENE HALLECK, AT THE UNVEILING OF HIS STATUE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A COWBOY ALONE WITH HIS CONSCIENCE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS RECOLLECTIONS by BERNARD BARTON TIME'S SHADOW by MATHILDE BLIND FUNERAL MASS: REQUIEM by BORIS NIKOLAYEVICH BUGAYEV OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 14. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE TENTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |