Love and harmony combine, And around our souls intwine, While thy branches mix with mine, And our roots together join. Joys upon our branches sit, Chirping loud, and singing sweet; Like gentle streams beneath our feet Innocence and virtue meet. Thou the golden fruit dost bear, I am clad in flowers fair; Thy sweet boughs perfume the air, And the turtle buildeth there. There she sits and feeds her young, Sweet I hear her mournful song; And thy lovely leaves among, There is love: I hear his tongue. There his charming nest doth lay, There he sleeps the night away; There he sports along the day, And doth among our branches play. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER PIECE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE BLIND MEN AND THE ELEPHANT by JOHN GODFREY SAXE UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 8. TO MINNIE (WITH A HAND-GLASS) by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON BARS FIGHT, AUGUST 28, 1746 by LUCY TERRY LOOKING FORWARD by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA AN UPPER CHAMBER by FRANCES BANNERMAN |