A fragrance sweeter than a young man's dreams So permeated the warm evening air That I first restlessly stirred, then left my chair, Though rather old to go to such extremes -- For seeking origin of perfume seems Not quite appropriate. I found you there In your garden, smiling. Through your soft brown hair A shimmer of silver hesitantly streams. My beautiful, the years to come are ours, For though these blossoms waited for the moon They profited the more by daytime showers, Gaining a quality too rare for noon, Even as yours. Late blooming gives you powers Surpassing any known to brides of June. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARADISE LOST: BOOK 1 by JOHN MILTON THE SIGN OF THE CROSS by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN TO JANE: THE RECOLLECTION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ELEGIAC SONNET: 4. TO THE MOON by CHARLOTTE SMITH MY SOLITUDE by JAMES R. AGGELES GRACE AND STRENGTH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SPRING FANTASIES: 2. THE SPRING RETURNS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |