DARLING, my darling, my heart is on the wing, It flies to thee this morning like a bird, Like happy birds in springtime my spirits soar and sing, The same sweet song thine ears have often heard. The sun is in my window, the shadow on the lea, The wind is moving in the branches green, And all my life, my darling, is turning unto thee, And kneeling at thy feet, my own, my queen. The golden bells are ringing across the distant hill, Their merry peals come to me soft and clear, But in my heart's deep chapel all incense-filled and still A sweeter bell is sounding for thee, dear. The bell of love invites thee to come and seek the shrine Whose altar is erected unto thee, The offerings, the sacrifice, the prayers, the chants are thine, And I, my love, thy humble priest will be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BROOK: SPRING by LAURA ABELL WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF OUR BELOVED GENERAL STONEWALL JACKSON by CAROLINE AUGUSTA BALL FOR NOEL (WHERE A GATE SWINGS EITHER WAY) by BEULAH ALLYNE BELL OLD HOMES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE TWO GRAVES by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE LORDS' MASQUE: SONG by THOMAS CAMPION |