WILL you come out and see My pretty bower with me, My sweet little house that lilac boughs have made; With windows up on high, Through which I see the sky, And look up to Him who made the pleasant shade? The sunbeams come and go So brightly to and fro, Like angels of light, too dazzling to be seen! They weave a curtain fair About my doorway there, And paint all my walls with shining gold and green. I have sweet music too, And lovely songs for you, To hear in my house among the lilac leaves; For breezes softly play, And robins sing all day: I think this is praise that God on high receives. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHANNEL PASSAGE by RUPERT BROOKE PATIENCE by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE DOROTHY IN THE GARRET by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE THE FOUNDERS OF OHIO by WILLIAM HENRY VENABLE SUMMER BY THE LAKESIDE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE ROSE OF PEACE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I HAVE PRAYED by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |