THE love that breeds In my heart for thee ! As the iris is full, brimful of seeds, And all that it flowered for among the reeds Is packed in a thousand vermilion-beads That push, and riot, and squeeze, and clip, Till they burst the sides of the silver scrip, And at last we see What the bloom, with its tremulous, bowery fold Of zephyr-petal at heart did hold : So my breast is rent With the burthen and strain of its great content ; For the summer of fragrance and sighs is dead, The harvest-secret is burning red. And I would give thee, after my kind. The final issues of heart and mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROLOGUE TO DRAMA ..... ANNIVERSARY OF CARRS' MARRIAGE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT IN MEMORIAM, NINTH OF AB by BEN AVROM NOS IMMORTALES by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET BELLS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SUBSTITUTION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE BURIAL OF LOVE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ADDRESSED TO A LADY by ROBERT BURNS MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: MASQUERS SECOND DANCE by THOMAS CAMPION |