God could not fill all places; so he made Lovers to wander in the April shade; Lovers to comrade with the nesting birds; Lovers to build the home with happy words; Lovers to speak the one immortal tongue; Lovers to keep the world forever young; Lovers to dream of what the world shall be When God shall fill it as one sounding sea! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAUGHTER OF DEBATE by ELIZABETH I CALDWELL OF SPRINGFIELD [JUNE 23, 1780] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE MARTHY VIRGINIA'S HAND [SEPTEMBER 17, 1862] by GEORGE PARSONS LATHROP BETROTHED ANEW by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 19. AL-FATTA'H by EDWIN ARNOLD SONNET: 2 by RICHARD BARNFIELD EPITAPH ON THE TOMBSTONE OF A CHILD, LAST OF SEVEN THAT DIED BEFORE by APHRA BEHN |