My heart was winter-bound until I heard you sing; O voice of Love, hush not, but fill My life with Spring! My hopes were homeless things before I saw your eyes; O smile of Love, close not the door To paradise! My dreams were bitter once, and then I found them bliss; O lips of Love, give me again Your rose to kiss! Springtide of Love! The secret sweet Is ours alone; O heart of Love, at last you beat Against my own! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 22 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HYMN FOR THE SLAIN IN BATTLE by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |