SOFT-THROATED South, breathing of summer's ease (Sweet breath, whereof the violet's life is made!) Through lips moist-warm, as thou hadst lately stayed 'Mong rosebuds, wooing to the cheeks of these Loth blushes faint and maidenly, -- rich breeze, Still doth thy honeyed blowing bring a shade Of sad foreboding. In thy hand is laid The power to build or blight the fruit of trees, The deep, cool grass, and field of thick-combed grain. Even so my Love may bring me joy or woe, Both measureless, but either counted gain Since given by her. For pain and pleasure flow Like tides upon us of the selfsame sea: Tears are the gems of joy and misery. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYSTERIA by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT LINCOLN, THE MAN OF THE PEOPLE by EDWIN MARKHAM THE BENCH OF BOORS by HERMAN MELVILLE ODE: INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON A VOLUME OF ANONYNOUS POEMS ENTITLED A MASQUE OF POETS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |