WHAT is there in the universal Earth More lovely than a Wreath from the bay tree? Haply a Halo round the Moon--a glee Circling from three sweet pair of Lips in Mirth; And haply you will say the dewy birth Of morning Roses--riplings tenderly Spread by the Halcyon's breast upon the Sea-- But these Comparisons are nothing worth-- Then is there nothing in the world so fair? The silvery tears of April?--Youth of May? Or June that breaths out life for butterflies? No--none of these can from my favourite bear Away the Palm--yet shall it ever pay Due Reverence to your most sovereign eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO -, WITH A ROSE by SIDNEY LANIER TWILIGHT SONG by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE CRYSTAL GAZER by SARA TEASDALE BEETHOVEN'S THIRD SYMPHONY by RICHARD HOVEY EROS TURANNOS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON EPIGRAM: 18. THE ENEMY OF LIFE by THOMAS WYATT |