Her blushes are a thing to seek, A wonder to remember; They dawn upon her snowy cheek Like sunrise in December. They rest upon the tender snow, As fire from summer straying. Dear Love! before her blushes go My heart has gone a-Maying. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONATA IN PATHOS by CONRAD AIKEN WHITE NOCTURNE by CONRAD AIKEN FOR OUR BETTER GRACES by JAMES GALVIN THE WAR THAT ISN'T WHAT YOU THINK by JAMES GALVIN NOT OUR GOOD LUCK by ROBINSON JEFFERS QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RETURN (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |