AH love, the sweet spring blossoms cling To many a broken wind-tossed bough, And young birds among branches sing, That mutely hung till now. The little new-born things which lie In dewy meadows, sleep and dream Beside the brook that twinkles by To some great lonely stream. And children, now the day is told, From many a warm and cosy nest, Look up to see the young moon hold The old moon to her breast. Dear love, my pulses throb and start To-night with longings sweet and new, And young hopes beat within a heart Grown old in loving you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A WEALTHY MAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI by JOHN KEATS PLAYING IT SAFE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 11. ON LOVE - TO A FRIEND by MARK AKENSIDE ROBERT BURNS by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1567-1640) UNREASONABLE REASON by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A REGULAR GIRL by BERTON BRALEY THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: TO THE QUEEN OF SERPENTS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |