Sing me at morn but only with your laugh; Even as Spring that laugheth into leaf; Even as Love that laugheth after Life. Sing me but only with your speech all day, As voluble leaflets do; let viols die; The least word of your lips is melody! Sing me at eve but only with your sigh! Like lifting seas it solaceth; breathe so, Slowly and low, the sense that no songs say. Sing me at midnight with your mumurous heart! Let youth's immortal-moaning chords be heard Throbbing though you, and sobbing unsubdued. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I WOULD LIVE IN YOUR LOVE by SARA TEASDALE AULD LANG SYNE by ROBERT BURNS BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON SPRING'S WELCOME, FR. ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPE by JOHN LYLY ON HEARING THAT THE STUDENTS OF OUR NEW UNIVERSITY JOINED AGITATION .. by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |