I. I HAVE placed a golden Ring upon the hand Of the blithest little Lady in the land! When the early roses Scent the sunny air, She shall gather white ones To tremble in her hair! Hasten, happy roses, Come to me by May -- In your folded petals Lies my wedding-day. II. The chestnuts shine through the cloven rind, And the woodland leaves are red, my dear; The scarlet fuchsias burn in the wind -- Funeral plumes for the Year! The Year which has brought me so much woe That if it were not for you, my dear, I could wish the fuchsias' fire might glow For me as well as the Year. III. Out from the depths of my heart Had arisen this single cry, Let me behold my beloved, Let me behold her, and die. At last, like a sinful soul At the portals of Heaven I lie, Never to walk with the blest, Ah, never! ... only to die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEONORA; A PANEGYRICAL POEM by JOHN DRYDEN A NYMPH'S PASSION by BEN JONSON THE TWELVE-FORTY-FIVE (FOR EDWARD J. WHEELER) by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER THE PLUMPUPPETS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY WOMAN'S WILL by JOHN GODFREY SAXE SONGS OF TRAVEL: 1. THE VAGABOND by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON CASEY AT THE BAT (2) by ERNEST LAWRENCE THAYER |