Not only is my love a flower That blooms in broad daylight, But, like the Evening Primrose, it Can bloom again at night. My heart, though I have reached my prime, It still beats fresh and young; I tremble at sweet Beauty's glance, And Love is still my song. At thy bright smile I burn and shake, Though treated as thy brother: Canst thou not see my eyes have twins That laugh and call thee mother? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BONNYBELL: THE GRAY SPHEX by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO A CASTILIAN SONG by SARA TEASDALE AMERICAN NAMES by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SOLUTIONS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN MY LAST DUCHESS; FERRRA by ROBERT BROWNING |