TO-DAY 'tis Spring; the hawthorn-tree Is green with buds; to-day maybe She whom I think of thinks of me, And finds the thought enough; And when those buds are grown to leaves, That thought wherein she scarce believes Will grow perhaps to love. Soon as the flowers of May appear, For love of me she will draw near, And hoping, dreading, I shall hear Perhaps, and own my bliss. Awhile beneath the hawthorn sweet Our o'erstrained quickening hearts will beat, Our purple thirsting mouths will meet And revel in their kiss. But when pink May becomes red June, And summer sounds a glorious tune, Under some lordlier tree aswoon Together we shall lie. And then to-day's half-timid thought, May's thrill and kiss will seem as nought To the full joy we shall have taught Each other, she and I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RENCONTRE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH GEORGE LEVISON OR, THE SCHOOLFELLOWS by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE CORRELATION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN LIE-AWAKE SONGS: 3 by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR THE KING by MARY FRANCES MARSHALL BUTTS A COMMENT ON THE SCRIPTURE: 'IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WORD', JOHN, I,1 by JOHN BYROM |