COME, boy, and where the grass is thickest pied, With robber hand cut the green season's bloom, Then flinging open armfuls strew the room With flowers that April bears in her young pride. Then set my lyre, song's handmaid, by my side -- For if I may, I'll charm away the gloom That like a poison worketh to consume My life, through power of beauty undefied. Then bring me ink and countless papers white -- White paper shall bear witness to my woe, Whereon the record of this love I'll write. White paper, that endures when diamond stone Is worn away, shall bid the ages know How for love's sake I suffer and make moan. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE LADYBIRD by MOTHER GOOSE THE HEATH-COCK by JOANNA BAILLIE TWO SONNETS FROM NEW YORK: TOWERS by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER A ROW IN AN OMNIBUS BOX; A LEGEND OF THE HAYMARKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |