THE eyes of spring, so azure, Are peeping from the ground; They are the darling violets, That I in nosegays bound. I pluck them, thinking deeply, And all the thoughts so dear, That in my heart are sighing, The nightingale sings clear. Yes, all my thoughts she singeth And warbleth, echoing far; So that my tender secrets Known to the whole wood are. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROMETHEUS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON DEWEY AT MANILA [MAY 1, 1898] by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON THE GOUTY MERCHANT AND THE STRANGER by HORACE SMITH TO RICH GIVERS by WALT WHITMAN BILL'S LENGTH by ALEXANDER ANDERSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 33. AL-HALIM by EDWIN ARNOLD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 18. A PORTRAIT by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LINES WRITTEN ... ONE WHO HAD WATCHED .. AMERICAN & FRENCH REVOLUTIONS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |