Jesu, If Thou wilt make Thy peach trees bloom for me, And fringe my bridle path both sides With tulips, red and free, If Thou wilt make Thy skies as blue As ours in Sicily, And wake the little leaves that sleep On every bending tree -- I promise not to vexen Thee That Thou shouldst make eternally Heaven my home; But right contentedly, A singing page I'll be Here, in Thy springtime, Jesu. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LETHE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO W.E.B. DUBOIS - SCHOLAR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VENUS IN A GARDEN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ACROSS THE RED SKY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DR. SCUDDER'S CLINICAL LECTURE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |