Love, art thou weary with the sultry day? Fain would I be the cool and delicate air about the whiteness of thy brow to play and softly, lightly, stir thy cloudy hair. Upon thy head doth the fierce winter smite, and shudderest thou in darkness cold to be? I would I were the coming of the light, shelter, and radiant warmth to comfort thee. I would be fire and fragrance, light and air— all gracious things that serve thee at thy need: music, to lift thy heart above all care; the wise and charming book that thou dost read. There is no power that cheers and blesses thee but I do envy it, beneath the sun. Thy health, thy rest, thy refuge I would be— thy heaven on earth, thine every good in one. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TIGER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE MOLLY PITCHER [JUNE 28, 1778] by KATE BROWNLEE SHERWOOD ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 6. TO WILLIAM HALL, ESQ., WITH THE WORKS OF CHAULIEU by MARK AKENSIDE DESCRIPTIONS by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN FIVE LITTLE WANDERINGS: 2. CHILDHOOD by BERTON BRALEY THE WANDERER FROM THE FOLD by EMILY JANE BRONTE HASTINGS' SONNETS: 1 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES THE PARTING OF LAUNCELOT AND GUENEVERE; A FRAGMENT by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |