WHERE laps the breeze, the ever-rustling tree, Where the cool stream flows gay and free, If there my lady is, there would I be, My lady. Where winter roars and storms vindictive fly, And hurl deep thunders from a deeper sky, If there my lady be, there would be I, My lady. For what to me is tropic heat intense, Or frigid winter, awful, dark, and dense, When mocking eyes still keep me in suspense? My lady. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONCERNING NECESSITY by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE IMPORTANCE OF GREEN by JAMES GALVIN CURTAIN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AND THE GREATEST OF THESE IS WAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON GHOSTS OF THE OLD YEAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON UNCLE JIM'S BAPTIST REVIVAL HYMN by SIDNEY LANIER |