TELL your love where the roses blow, And the hearts of the lilies quiver, Not in the city's gleam and glow, But down by a half-sunned river. Not in the crowded ball-room's glare, That would be fatal, Marie, Marie, How can she answer you then and there? So come then and stroll with me, my dear, Down where the birds call, Marie, Marie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMOIR OF A PROUD BOY by CARL SANDBURG BRUCE AND THE SPIDER by BERNARD BARTON TO A FRIEND by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THEOLOGY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNET: 107 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE BROWN OF OSSAWATOMIE [DECEMBER 2, 1859] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |