In the glad spring when leaves were green, O merrily the throstle sings! I sought, amid the tangled sheen, Love whom mine eyes had never seen, O the glad dove has golden wings! Between the blossoms red and white, O merrily the throstle sings! My love first came into my sight, O perfect vision of delight, O the glad dove has golden wings! The yellow apples glowed like fire. O merrily the throstle sings! O Love too great for lip or lyre, Blown rose of love and of desire, O the glad dove has golden wings! But now with snow the tree is grey Ah, sadly now the throstle sings! My love is dead: ah! well-a-day, See at her silent feet I lay A dove with broken wings! Ah, Love! ah, Love! that thou wert slain -- Fond Dove, fond Dove return again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN LOVE WAS BORN by SARA TEASDALE HE GOADS HIMSELF by LOUIS UNTERMEYER MIMNERMUS IN CHURCH by WILLIAM JOHNSON CORY SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 2 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY IMITATIONS OF SHAKESPEARE: A STORM by JOHN ARMSTRONG GREAT BRITTAINES SUNNES-SET by WILLIAM BASSE ASOLANDO: THE CARDINAL AND THE DOG by ROBERT BROWNING |