HERE fruit and flowers I bring to thee; green leaves and sprays I proffer; My heart that beats for thee alone with them to thee I lift; With thy two pale white hands flout not the humble gift I offer, And may those lovely eyes of thine find sweetness in my gift. Behold I come before thee with the dew still on my forehead, The chilly wind of dawn thereon hath turned it icy frore; Ah! suffer me to rest my load beside thy feet adoréd, There dreaming I'll grow strong again to bear the load I bore. My head upon thy maiden breast in sweet surrender leaving, Therein the stir of kisses that thy lips have shed shall sound, So shall I fall on quiet nigh thy dear heart's stormy heaving And sleep awhile, when thy fond love its haven shall have found. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DEPOSITION FROM LOVE by THOMAS CAREW ANOTHER SPRING by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 4 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI CITY LYRICS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS VERSES ADDRESSED TO IMITATOR OF FIRST SATIRE OF HORACE by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU PRAYER by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG A SESTINA, IN IMITAION OF SIG. FRA. PETRARCA by PHILIP AYRES |