Come forth, my love, and greet the jocund day. Pack evil work and bitter cares away. We'll flee the city, with its blistering heat, The honking horns, and crowds that tramp the street. We'll find the place where all our dreams come true, Where peace and joy and life itself means you. We'll find that sweet, remote, sequestered dell And make a heaven of this earthly hell. But haste, my love, for night creeps on apace, And shadows fall that nothing can erase. Then hand in hand, as lovers should, They blithely wandered to the wood. Behold this gorgeous pageantry of green, With light and shadow softly spaced between, And through these fairy aisles and glimpse of skies That mirrors the blue of your lovely eyes. The violets even lift their heads to greet The dainty, rhythmic tread of your dear feet. Now turn, my love, just half way round and look At the dancing lights on the forest brook. Then with loving words, and a world of tact, He calmly shot her in the back. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EARLY PRIMROSE by HENRY KIRKE WHITE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 18. HARD TO BE PLEASED by PHILIP AYRES THE GOLDEN AGE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN BRUCE: INTRODUCTION by JOHN BARBOUR WOODBINES IN OCTOBER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE FAKENHAM GHOST by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD |