Where Love's trail ends, There beauty blends Within a sylvan bower; While Cupid sleeps, Love vigil keeps In shadow of a flower. As honey drips From petal tips Beneath his magic wand, Should mortals sip, With touch of lip They enter Fairyland, Where golden hours Are lined with flowers And songs of tender love, While Heaven's ray Doth light the way With glory from above. Love paints the scene, On woodland green When Fairies dance at night On mosses soft, With moon aloft, While Elfin pipers pipe. Love builds his bower From woodland flower And scent of evergreen, From morning light And shades of night, With rays of sun between. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARIZONA POEMS: 4. THE WINDMILLS by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER LYRICS TO IANTHE (2). LAMENT by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR WINTER TREE by WALTER R. ADAMS ON THE DEATH OF MRS. MARTINEAU by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |