OVER the eaves where the sunbeams fall Twitters the swallow; I hear from the mountains the cataract call: Follow, oh, follow! Buds on the bushes and blooms on the mead Swiftly are swelling; Hark! the Spring whispereth: "Make ye with speed Ready my dwelling." Out of the tremulous blue of the air Calling before her, Who was it bade me "Awake and prepare, Thou mine adorer!" "Leave me," I said; "I have known thee of old, Love the annoyer, Arming, at last, with thine arrows of gold, Time, the Destroyer." "Follow," he laughed, "where the bliss of the earth Wooes thee, compelling; Yet in the Spring, and her thousandfold birth, I, too, am dwelling." Out of the buds he was peeping, and sang Soft with the swallow; Yea, and he called where the cataract sprang: Follow, oh, follow! Vain to defy, or evade, or, in sooth, Bid him to leave me! But his deception is dearer than truth: Let him deceive me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARIA WENTWORTH by THOMAS CAREW MY GARDEN by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TO LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD, WITH MR. DONNE'S SATIRES by BEN JONSON POMONA by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THE RUBAIYAT, 1889 EDITION: 19 by OMAR KHAYYAM IMPRESSIONS: LA FUITE DE LA LUNE by OSCAR WILDE |