Look out, my love, across the quiet scene; The sun, just lost behind the purple hills, Makes rosy all the West; the soft pines lean Together whispering as the night breeze wills. Here in the lilacs by the cottage door The thrush's rippling love notes swell and cease; And drowsy bees, with day's last golden store, Hum off into the universal peace. The air that fans your cheek is redolent With all the honeyed breath of countless flowers. Turn now and look into my heart, content To lay your hand in mine, for Love is ours. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT SAGAMORE HILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ALL RELIGIONS ARE ONE by WILLIAM BLAKE SONNET: 21. TO CYRIACK SKINNER by JOHN MILTON THE CREMATION OF SAM MCGEE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE UNSEASONABLE SNOWS by ALFRED AUSTIN |