TOWARD your scented garden, Sweet, Would flutter all my linkéd words, If with soft wings my rhymes might beat The air like birds. Like sparks along an airy path Your happy home they'd haste to find, Had they but wings for flight as hath The wingéd mind. By night, by day, still true to you, They'd fly with eager winnowings, If but my limping verses flew With Love's own wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOLDEN CORPSE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET I'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH A REAL HARD TIME BEFORE' by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO THE ROCK THAT WILL BE A CORNERSTONE OF THE HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS A SONG OF COURAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON I SING OF LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE |