COULD all the measure of my love be set Within the compass of one tiny flower; The yearning thoughts that chase thee hour by hour, The trembling hope, sweet fear, and fond regret;— Could I enfold within one violet Love's deepest meaning and eternal power, The dewy sunshine of love's inmost bower, The charm which, having tasted, none forget;— Or could a violet, breathing toward thee, tell What to no other soul I would betray, Fragrance like music then should find a spell To utter what no human words could say. Stoop down, dear love, these autumn violets smell, And make their message what thou wilt. Farewell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL A NEW HYMN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: J. MILTON MILES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OCTAVES: 16 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE BEAR by EDITH SITWELL AUCTION: ANDERSON GALLERIES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |