IF spicy-fringed pinks that blush and pale With passions of perfume, -- if violets blue That hint of heaven with odor more than hue, -- If perfect roses, each a holy Grail Wherefrom the blood of beauty doth exhale Grave raptures round, -- if leaves of green as new As those fresh chaplets wove in dawn and dew By Emily when down the Athenian vale She paced, to do observance to the May, Nor dreamed of Arcite nor of Palamon, -- If fruits that riped in some more riotous play Of wind and beam than stirs our temperate sun, -- If these the products be of love and pain, Oft may I suffer, and you love, again. BALTIMORE, Christmas, 1880. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BARD'S EPITAPH by ROBERT BURNS BREAKFAST by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON MADONNA OF THE EVENING FLOWERS by AMY LOWELL TELLING THE BEES by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER STEADFASTNESS; THE LOVER BESEECHETH HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS WYATT SOURCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 40. PANTHEISTIC DREAMS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A SONG OF SUN SETTING by JANE BARLOW TO ALEXIS IN ANSWER TO HIS POEM AGAINST FRUITION by APHRA BEHN |