THE light of spring On the emerald earth, A man, a maid, And a mood of mirth, A foolish jest, That a smile amends -- It took no more To make us friends. An evening breeze, The year in bloom, Lips quickly met In the garden's gloom; The trees about us, The stars above -- It took no more To teach us love. Frost in the air -- The air like wine -- Go you your way, And I'll go mine. Lightly we part Who lightly met -- What more is needed, When both forget? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VOLPONE: TO CELIA by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS EPISODE OF HANDS by HAROLD HART CRANE ON THE HOME GUARDS; WHO PERISHED ... LEXINGTON, MISSOURI by HERMAN MELVILLE THE CAUTIOUS HOUSEHOLDER by ANAXILAS FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: LOVE IS WISER THAN AMBITION by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ABRAHAM by JOHN STUART BLACKIE IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: HONOUR DISHONOURED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |