THE waves are all whisp'ring, In moonlight clear, The sweetest of dance-tunes For nixies' ear; They laugh and they beckon, Each other woo, And say with their plashing: "Oh, love thou too!" In blossoming linden, Each year, a pair Of doves to their nestlings Show tender care; They're billing and cooing, Like lovers true, While twittering softly: "Oh, love thou too!" How surely the heaven The earth holds dear, E'en though it looks sometimes So dull and drear! Yet through the gray clouds breaks The sun anew, And laughingly greets with: "Oh, love thou too!" Wouldst know the real meaning Which love doth fold? Thou must the Redeemer's Image behold: "My life thee I've given, -- What wilt thou do? Oh, heart, restless throbbing, Now love thou too!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APPLE-BLOSSOM by MATHILDE BLIND THE NEW HUDIBRAS by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB THE JUNGFRAU'S CRY by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE A WORLD WITHOUT WATER by MARY ANN BROWNE LAMENT OF MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS, ON THE APPROACH OF SPRING by ROBERT BURNS THE COUNTRY LIFE; BALLAD TO A FRENCH TUNE by PATRICK CAREY |