THE nightingale's sighing Mid elder leaves, Coquetting and toying With soft spring breeze. He flew to the rose, His love to prove: To me ope thy chalice, My loyal love. Beside garden hedge stood Two children fair; They talked of a parting To meet elsewhere. Weep not, little maiden, I'll fears disprove; On earth thou'lt be ever My loyal love! Up rises the lily From azure lake, With yearning ascending The moon to seek. With silvery pencil He writes above: "For me live thou and die, My loyal love!" Long, long, stood I pond'ring, Silent, alone; A rustling from fragrant Woodlands was blown. Yet though louder growing, No thief did move. His arms close, close hold me, My loyal love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ULYSSES AND THE SIREN by SAMUEL DANIEL FORERUNNERS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ON THE PORTRAIT OF SHAKESPEARE by BEN JONSON CABOOSE THOUGHTS by CARL SANDBURG THE MORAL FABLES: THE TALE OF THE COCK, AND THE JEWEL by AESOP DRINKING SONG (2) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE THE EVERLASTING GOSPEL (VERSION 2) by WILLIAM BLAKE ON THE DEATH OF REV. LEVI PARSONS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD TO A LADY WHO HAD LOST A RELATIVE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |