The stars hang thick in the apple tree, The south wind smells of the pungent sea, Gold tulip cups are heavy with dew. The night's for you, Sweetheart, for you! Starfire rains from the vaulted blue. Listen! The dancing of unseen leaves. A drowsy swallow stirs in the eaves. Only a maiden is sorrowing. 'T is night and spring, Sweetheart, and spring! Starfire lights your heart's blossoming. In the intimate dark there's never an ear, Though the tulips stand on tiptoe to hear, So give; ripe fruit must shrivel or fall. As you are mine, Sweetheart, give all! Starfire sparkles, your coronal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WEST WIND by JOHN MASEFIELD THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR THE QUIET PILGRIM by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS ON THE ENGINE BY NIGHT by ALEXANDER ANDERSON LOST GEESE by RUTH ROWLETT CHURCH ON A LETTER OF MISS FANSHAWE by WILLIAM COWPER THE POET'S INSPIRATION by CRATINUS DAISY SWAIN, THE FLOWER OF SHENANDOAH; A TALE OF THE REBELLION: 6 by JOHN M. DAGNALL |