ON THIS sweet bank your head thrice sweet and dear I lay, and spread your hair on either side, And see the newborn woodflowers bashful-eyed Look through the golden tresses here and there. On these debateable borders of the year Spring's foot half falters: scarce she yet may know The leafless blackthorn-blossom from the snow; And through her bowers the wind's way still is clear. But April's sun strikes down the glades to-day; So shut your eyes upturned, and feel my kiss Creep, as the Spring now thrills through every spray, Up your warm throat to your warm lips: for this Is even the hour of Love's sworn suitservice, With whom cold hearts are counted castaway. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOATMAN by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE MUSICAL CONQUERERS by PHILIP AYRES THE HORSE AND HIS RIDER by JOANNA BAILLIE TO THE MISS WEBSTERS, WITH DR. AIKIN'S WISH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE LAST NIGHT by GORDON BOTTOMLEY MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT AND FUSELI by ROBERT BROWNING ON SENSIBILITY by ROBERT BURNS FOUR EPISTLES: MIRACLE AT THE FEAST OF PENTECOST: 3 by JOHN BYROM |