BELOVED, thou hast brought me many flowers Plucked in the garden, all the summer through And winter, and it seemed as if they grew In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers. So, in the like name of that love of ours, Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too, And which on warm and cold days I withdrew From my heart's ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue, And wait thy weeding; yet here's eglantine, Here's ivy! -- take them, as I used to do Thy flowers, and keep them where they shall not pine. Instruct thine eyes to keep their colors true, And tell thy soul their roots are left in mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE'S TENDRILS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THAT KIND OF POEM' by KAREN SWENSON SONG: WOO'D AND MARRIED AND A' by JOANNA BAILLIE ODE TO THE WEST WIND by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY BIRTH by ANNIE RAYMOND STILLMAN AT BETHLEHEM: 1. THE CHILD by JOHN BANISTER TABB |