IN my remembrance blossom The images long forsaken -- Within thy voice what is there By which so deeply I'm shaken? Say not that thou dost love me! I know that earth's fairest treasure Sweet love and happy spring time, 'Twould shame beyond all measure Say not that thou dost love me! A silent kiss I'll bestow thee; Then smile, when I to-morrow The withered roses show thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF SHERMAN'S ARMY by CHARLES GRAHAM HALPINE EXHORTATION TO PRAYER by MARGARET MERCER OLD KING COLE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SONNET TO W-- P-- by BERNARD BARTON DUNCTON HILL by HILAIRE BELLOC |