COME, let us find a cottage, love, That's green for half a mile around; To laugh at every grumbling bee, Whose sweetest blossom's not yet found. Where many a bird shall sing for you, And in our garden build its nest: They'll sing for you as though their eggs Were lying in your breast, My love -- Were lying warm in your soft breast. 'Tis strange how men find time to hate, When life is all too short for love; But we, away from our own kind, A different life can live and prove. And early on a summer's morn, As I go walking out with you, We'll help the sun with our warm breath To clear away the dew, My love, To clear away the morning dew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ENTHUSIAST, OR, THE LOVER OF NATURE by JOSEPH WARTON THE THORN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH DAY AND NIGHT SONGS by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE HEART'S PROOF by JAMES BUCKHAM ON THE QUEEN'S RETURN FROM THE LOW CONTRIES by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT |