O LOVE! O love! this way has hints of you In every bough that stirs, in every bee, Yellow and glad, droning the thick grass through; In blooms red on the bush, white on the tree: And when the wind, just now, came soft and fleet, Scattering the blackberry blossoms, and from some Fast darkening space that thrush sang sudden sweet, You were so near, so near, yet did not come! Say, is it thus with you, O friend, this day? Have you, for me that love you, thought or word? Do I, with bud or bough, pass by your way; With any breath of brier, or note of bird? If this I knew, though you be quick or dead, All my sad life would I go comforted. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: THE HUMAN SEASONS by JOHN KEATS THE OLD HOKUM BUNCOMBE by ROBERT EMMET SHERWOOD THE SWORD by ABU BAKR OF MARRAKESH PROEM by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH GOODS TRAIN AT NIGHT by KENNETH H. ASHLEY COMPANION OF QUIET by JOSEPH AUSLANDER |