Apple blossoms falling o'er thee, And the month is May, Laden bows bend low before thee, With their gentle sway; Look you where the thrush is swinging How his melody is ringing, As he sings my heart is singing: -- Come and kiss me sweet and twenty, Love blooms out with flowers a-plenty, Love me, love me without reason, Kiss me, now's the kissing season, White your cheek is as the blooms are, Sweet your breath as perfumes are, In this dolce far niente, Come and kiss me sweet and twenty. Love is at thy window suing, All the live-long day, Stay and listen to my wooing, Life shall all be May. Love like mine can falter never, Naught from thee my heart can sever, And my song shall be forever: -- Come and kiss me sweet and twenty, Love blooms out with flowers a-plenty, Love me, love me without reason, Kiss me, now's the kissing season, White your cheek is as the blooms are, Sweet your breath is as perfumes are, In this dolce far niente, Come and kiss me sweet and twenty. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAERY FOREST by SARA TEASDALE VOICES OF THE NIGHT: PRELUDE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SOUND THE LOUD TIMBREL; MIRIAM'S SONG by THOMAS MOORE THE LAMP [LAMPE] by HENRY VAUGHAN THE ANGLER'S WISH by IZAAK WALTON TO A FOIL'D EUROPEAN REVOLUTIONAIRE by WALT WHITMAN FIDELIA: 4. THE AUTHOR'S RESOLUTION IN A SONNET by GEORGE WITHER |