THE waters glisten and merrily glide, -- How lovely is love midst spring's splendour! The shepherdess sits by the streamlet's side, And twines her garlands so tender. All nature is budding with fragrant perfume, How lovely is love midst spring's splendour! The shepherdess sighs from her heart: "O to whom "Shall I my garlands surrender?" A horseman is riding beside the clear brook, A kindly greeting he utters; The shepherdess views him with sorrowful look, The plume in his hat gaily flutters. She weeps and into the gliding waves flings Her flowery garlands so tender; Of kisses and love the nightingale sings -- How lovely is love midst spring's splendour! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE MOON (1) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY TO THE MAN-OF-WAR-BIRD by WALT WHITMAN THE ADVANCE GUARD by BERTON BRALEY UNDER THE TREES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH A DOG'S VIGIL by MARGARET E. BRUNER ITALY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |