My love is in a light attire Among the apple-trees, Where the gay winds do most desire To run in companies. There, where the gay winds stay to woo The young leaves as they pass, My love goes slowly, bending to Her shadow on the grass; And where the sky's a pale blue cup Over the laughing land, My love goes lightly, holding up Her dress with dainty hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIGHTS OF WOMAN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DAVIS MATLOCK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 4 by CONRAD AIKEN ELEGY FOR AN ENEMY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE WORLD AS WILL AND REPRESENTATION' by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR REMEMBERING HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU by JAMES GALVIN JAWEH AND ALLAH BATTLE by ALLEN GINSBERG |