When my love came home to me Pleasant Summer bringing Every tree was out in leaf Every bird was singing Every red rose burst the bud On its bramble springing. There I met her in the lane By those waters gleamy, Met her toward the fall of day Warm and dear and dreamy; Did I loiter in the lane? None was there to see me. Only roses in the hedge Lilies on the river Saw our greeting fast and fond, Counted gift and giver, Saw me take her to my home Take her home for ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE by ALFRED TENNYSON A REMEMBERED FACE by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG ON THE DEATH OF HER BODY by JAMES KEIR BAXTER CAN YOU HEAR IT? by THERESA DRULEY BLACK GWIN, KING OF NORWAY by WILLIAM BLAKE SENT TO A GENTLEMAN WHO HE HAD OFFENDED by ROBERT BURNS VIOLIN AND VIOLA by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |