He comes with a song, With his strong healthy blood, To find a young Blossom All fresh from the bud. With his body like amber, And his kisses to come Is she deaf to his voice, This Blossom so dumb? He comes with a song, This gallant young lover, And he fusses about Till his passion is over: Till he lies like a baby With love in a mist To dribble and sleep On the face he has kissed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON MY JOYFUL DEPARTURE FROM THE CITY OF COLOGNE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE THREAD OF LIFE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IMPROMPTU ON CHARLES II (2) by JOHN WILMOT THE LAST RAY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TOWERING OVER THE WRECKS OF TIME by JOHN BOWRING |