Mother mine Whom every year Doth endear, Before sweet Spring (That sweetest thing Brimfull of bliss) Sets all the throng Of birds a-wooing Billing & cooing, -- Your Valentine Sings you a song, Gives you a kiss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SICK ROSE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ECHO AND THE FERRY by JEAN INGELOW THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND MORE by ROBERT MORRIS THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS WOMEN'S WAR THOUGHTS by MARY HUNTER AUSTIN THE DEMON DAWN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |