"This morn in the lily a bee doth sing: upon your finger chants a ring. From the forget-me-nots bird-song flashes: your brown eye laughs at me 'neath its lashes. 'Tis thus I sing to you words without significance, sweet phrases that intoxicate preparing, as I lull you in my arms -- my charms being words so pure you would say that they were silence, which reassure you, nonchalant one, which reassure you of your lover's daring. "The moon's in the pool, in the rushes cool . . . like a bee in heaven the bright sun is . . . the cuckoo's refrains ring once and again. -- To your white bosom sings my kiss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN ERICSSON DAY MEMORIAL, 1918 by CARL SANDBURG IN NOVEMBER by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 28. AS-BAZIR by EDWIN ARNOLD PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 56. AL-WALI by EDWIN ARNOLD THE HWOMESTEAD A-VELL INTO HAND by WILLIAM BARNES THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by MATHILDE BLIND |