The white bloom of the blackthorn, she, The small sweet raspberry-blossom, she; More fair the shy, rare glance of her eye, Than the wealth of the world to me. My heart's pulse, my secret, she, The flower of the fragrant apple, she; A summer glow o'er the winter's snow, 'Twixt Christmas and Easter, she. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GIANTS OF HISTORY by JAMES GALVIN HOMING BRAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |