The air is ecstasy; to breathe is joy; The sky is all one dream of flower blue; This loveliness must needs have some alloy, Or else my swelling heart will break. Ah, do Not love me now; save love for bitter days Of wind and rain, when hearts need comforting Against the cold. There are so many ways That one may capture happiness in Spring That April love is waste; it should be stored Away in some far corner of one's heart 'Til winter grays the world; then the bright hoard Can be brought forth. But love should have no part In Spring and all its beauty; love should be Dark winter's own -- its one bright ecstasy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOME, SWEET HOME, FR. CLARI, THE MAID OF MILAN by JOHN HOWARD PAYNE JAMESON'S RIDE by ALFRED AUSTIN THE IMPROVISATORE: ALBERT AND EMILY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES LOLA WEARS LACE by HELEN BIRCH-BARTLETT THE FLAG TRIUMPHANT by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN ON THE CONVERSION OF ST. PAUL by JOHN BYROM NOBIS NATUS IN PRETIUM: NOBIS DATUS IN PRAETIUM by PATRICK CAREY |