CANST thou not wait for Love one flying hour, O heart of little faith? Are fields not green Because their rolling bounty is not seen? Will beauty not return with the new flower? Because the tir'd sun seeks the deep sea-bower Where sleep and Tethys tenderly convene, While purple night unfurls her starry screen, Shall sunlight no more thrill the world with power? True Love is patient ever; by the brooks He hath his winter-dreams, a fluent choir, And waits for summer to revive again; He knows that by-and-by the woodland-nooks Will overflow with blossoming green fire, And swooping swallows herald the warm rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SAILOR TO HIS PARROT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES OBERON'S FEAST by ROBERT HERRICK MY MARYLAND by JAMES RYDER RANDALL THE BURNING OF THE TEMPLE by ISAAC ROSENBERG DISCIPLINE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO A DEAF AND DUMB LADY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THERE IS AN OLD CITY by KARL BULCKE |