Say not I never told my love for thee. There's not a rose, a rose in all the garden, But I have whispered to its leaves—"I love thee." Say not I never spoke my love for thee. There's not a wind, a wind of morn or even, Wherever out of heaven it blows and goes, Clamouring of day or sighing for the moon, But I have vaunted to that wind—"I love thee." Then did the roses tell thee and the wind. So must it be, else hadst thou never known My love for thee, my sweet and infinite love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIXIE by DANIEL DECATUR EMMETT A FAREWELL TO FOLLY: CONTENT by ROBERT GREENE LYDIA (1) by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE THE SONG OF THE MOUTH-ORGAN by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE SINGERS OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SLOW TO COME, QUICK A-GONE by WILLIAM BARNES THE VALLEY OF FERN: PART 2 by BERNARD BARTON AN ELEGY ON MR. WILLIAM HOPTON by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |