ALL sweet and startled gravity, My Love comes walking from the Park; Her eyes are full of what they've seen -- The little bushes puffing green, The candles pale that light the chestnut-trees, The tulip and the jonquil spies; The sunshine and the sudden dark; The dance of buds; and Madam Dove, Sir Blackbird fluting to his Love -- These little loves my Love has in her eyes. In dainty shoes and subtle hose My Love comes walking from the Park; She is, I swear, the sweetest thing That ever left the heart of Spring To tell the secret: Whence the pollen blows! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHT AND DAY: 3 by ISAAC ROSENBERG IN THE MORNING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MARYLAND BATTALION [AUGUST 27, 1776] by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER SONNET: 110 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE GIVE ME THE SPLENDID SILENT SUN by WALT WHITMAN ENIGMA. TO THE LADIES by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |