Shall we regret the lost and lovely spring That woke while you and I were yet apart? And must we mourn because a bluebird's wing, Unseen by me, was thrilling to your heart? What radiant constellations crossed the sky While I was witness and you lay asleep! Such countless gifts, beloved, you and I Have separately received and separate keep. Yet, though the star and migrant bird were fair And we were young, -- such benefit is proved But dust to the munificence we share Within a world awakened by our love. We had no intimate vision of the land Until we watched together, hand in hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CITY VIGNETTE: DAWN by SARA TEASDALE SONGS OF EXPERIENCE: INTRODUCTION by WILLIAM BLAKE LOVERS HOW THEY COME AND PART by ROBERT HERRICK LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN by JOHN KEATS PASSER MORTUUS EST by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE by JOHN MILTON |