BOOKS and heat, the dullard mind Reeling under Cicero; London landscape, roof and blind Blacker e'en than London snow: Pupils coming all day long, All my pause the thought that she, She I love, my joy and song, Dreams by day and night of me. @3Ah, might I gather a rose with its dew For her heart on this bright June morning!@1 Doric of the roughest mould Planned to make a Master sour; Thirty lines of Virgil's gold Slowly melting in an hour; Ovid's treasure, and the gems Horace polished for our eyes, In a maze of roots and stems, Hurdy-gurdies, cabmen's cries! @3Ah, might I gather a rose in its dew For her heart on this bright June morning@1 Envious twigs in leafy nook Catch my love's long tresses fair, E'en as Grecian branches shook Down Diana's crown of hair! While on Caesar's bridge I stand, Fancy brings (but could they speak!) Laura's lips, and, faintly tanned, Peachy glimpses of her cheek! @3Ah, might I gather a rose in its dew For her heart on this bright June morning!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MADONNA OF THE EVENING FLOWERS by AMY LOWELL COMMEMORATION ODE READ AT HARVARD UNIVERSITY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SONNET: A PREACHER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 1. ALLAH by EDWIN ARNOLD ON CYNTHIA, SINGING A RECITATIVE PIECE OF MUSIC by PHILIP AYRES LINES PLACED OVER A CHIMNEY-PIECE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |