You say love is this, love is that: Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip -- branches drifting apart. Hagh! Love has not even visited this country. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A SUPPLEMENT OF AN IMPERFECT COPY OF VERSES OF MR. WILL. SHAKESPEARE'S by JOHN SUCKLING TRISTRAM AND ISEULT by MATTHEW ARNOLD SILENCE by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT HYMN, COMPOSED FOR THE CHILDREN OF A SUNDAY SCHOOL by BERNARD BARTON A TRIBUTE TO WILL ROGERS AND WILEY POST by ROSETTA THORSON BEACHLER PSALM 119 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONNET ON MOOR PARK - WRITTEN AT PARIS, MAY 11, 1826 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |