THE murmur of the merry brook, As gushingly and free It wimples with its sun-bright look, Far down yon sheltered lea, Humming to every drowsy flower A low, quaint lullaby, Speaks to my spirit, at this hour, Of Love and thee. The music of the gay green wood, When every leaf and tree Is coaxed by winds of gentlest mood, To utter harmony; And the small birds that answer make To the wind's fitful glee, In me most blissful visions wake, Of Love and thee. The rose perks up its blushing cheek, So soon as it can see Along the eastern hills, one streak Of the Sun's majesty: Laden with dewy gems, it gleams A precious freight to me, For each pure drop thereon me seems A type of thee. And when abroad in summer morn, I hear the blythe bold bee Winding aloft his tiny horn, (An errant knight perdy,) That winged hunter of rare sweets O'er many a far country, To me a lay of love repeats, Its subject -- thee. And when, in midnight hour, I note The stars so pensively, In their mild beauty, onward float Through heaven's own silent sea: My heart is in their voyaging To realms where spirits be, But its mate, in such wandering, Is ever thee! But O, the murmur of the brook, The music of the tree; The rose with its sweet shamefast look, The booming of the bee; The course of each bright voyager In heaven's unmeasured sea, Would not one heart-pulse of me stir, Loved I not thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TROOPS by SIEGFRIED SASSOON MUIOPOTMOS, OR THE FATE OF THE BUTTERFLIE by EDMUND SPENSER ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 10. TO THE MUSE by MARK AKENSIDE THE CRESCENT AND THE CROSS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH RUSTIC WREATH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO THE RIVER CHERWELL by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES |