UNDER boughs of breathing May, In the mild spring-time I lay, Lonely, for I had no love; And the sweet birds all sang for pity, Cuckoo, lark, and dove. Tell me, cuckoo, then I cried, Dare I woo and wed a bride? I, like thee, have no home-nest; And the twin notes thus tuned their ditty, -- 'Love can answer best.' Nor, warm dove with tender coo, Have I thy soft voice to woo, Even were a damsel by; And the deep woodland crooned its ditty, -- 'Love her first and try.' Nor have I, wild lark, thy wing, That from bluest heaven can bring Bliss, whatever fate befall; And the sky-lyrist trilled this ditty, -- 'Love will give thee all.' So it chanced while June was young, Wooing well with fervent song, I had won a damsel coy; And the sweet birds that sang for pity, Jubileed for joy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 4 by CLARENCE MAJOR CINQUAIN: THE WARNING by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY A SPIRITUAL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR COUNTING THE BEATS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES A WINTER TWILIGHT by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE PEREGRINUS by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |