THE young spring night in all her virtue walks; I never knew myself so fallen in love. And she is kind; her eyes reveal it, where Soft blue she gazes through the windowed woods. Her touch is seraph sense; within it glide Primrosy coolness, bluebell-trembling shyness, Violet-benediction; if she speaks, It is a sigh unbosomed with such music That far and wide the forests and the farms Whisper, Arouse; 'tis God. Having this love, Poor cheating Folly, should I wait on you? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT ONE TO SPARE by ETHEL LYNN BEERS THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA AND MUDJEKEEWIS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SHADOWS by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 23 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ROSETTE by HEINRICH CHRISTIAN BOIE AVELINGLAS by GORDON BOTTOMLEY TO MY DOG, JOWLER by JONATHAN DORR BRADLEY |