COME Love, let's wander to the woodland west Of the orchard. For Phoebus ends his ride, And tired of his sport has flung aside His gaily colored reins to seek his rest. Gladly the earth subsides. At his behest The sleepy field-mouse seeks a shock to hide, And tiny birds are crooning heavy-eyed, While we enjoy the hour we love the best. It seems as though 'twere yesterday I found You sunk to your knees in poppies, the bees Sucking the nectar from the gaudy flower Caught in your hair. Your witchery has bound Me many a year; for out among the trees, E'en at life's close, I'm thrilled by that strange power. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRANDFATHER'S LOVE by SARA TEASDALE TO SHAKESPEARE by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE THE HAUNTED OAK by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONG FOR JULY 12TH, 1843 by JOHN DE JEAN FRAZER SIDNEY GODOLPHIN by CLINTON SCOLLARD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 37. LOVE'S MY POLE-STAR by PHILIP AYRES THE LINE MEN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 1. THE RIGHTEOUS AND THE WICKED CONTRASTED by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |