IN the warm, black mill-pool winking, The first doubtful star shines blue: And alone here I lie thinking O such happy thoughts of you! Up the porch the roses clamber, And the flowers we sowed last June; And the casement of your chamber Shines between them to the moon. Look out, Love! fling wide the lattice: Wind the red rose in your hair, And the little white clematis Which I plucked for you to wear: Or come down, and let me hear you Singing in the scented grass, Through tall cowslips nodding near you, Just to touch you as you pass. For, where you pass, the air With warm hints of love grows wise: You -- the dew on your dim hair, And the smile in your soft eyes! From the hayfield comes your brother; There your sisters stand together, Singing clear to one another Through the dark blue summer weather, And the maid the latch is clinking, As she lets her lover through: But alone, Love, I lie thinking O such tender thoughts of you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLEAD FOR ME by EMILY JANE BRONTE BIRD AND BROOK by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES MY LADY'S PLEASURE by ROBERT GRAHAM RONDEAU by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT MEMORIAL TO D.C.: 2. PRAYER TO PERSEPHONE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |