'T WAS summer, and the spot a cool retreat -- Where curious eyes came not, nor footstep rude Disturbed the lovers' chosen solitude: Beneath an oak there was a mossy seat, Where we reclined, while birds above us wooed Their mates in songs voluptuously sweet. A limpid brook went murmuring by our feet, And all conspired to urge the tender mood. Methought I touched the streamlet with a flower, When from its bosom sprang a fountain clear, Falling again in the translucent shower Which made more green each blade of grass appear: "This stream's thy heart," I said; "Love's touch alone Can change it to the fount which maketh green my own." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH-BED by SIEGFRIED SASSOON COMFORT IN AFFLICTION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE FIGHT WITH THE SNAPPING TURTLE; OR, THE AMERICAN ST. GEORGE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 16. VENUS INCARNATE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE TREE by BJORNSTJERNE MARTINIUS BJORNSON MILLCREEK by MATTIE-LOU BLACKWOOD |