REMEMBER May? Oh, till no more a color tincts the spray, And Life's last branch goes bloomless; aye, my Dear, So long I shall remember that sweet year And sweeter meeting, that divine soft day. Remember you? What glamoury of May I listen to Or see, must have your voice, plead from your eyes. I swear that month was dropped from Paradise To date our dream, and bring the dreaming true. May means remembering you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE NETHERLANDS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 23 by OMAR KHAYYAM NATHAHNI AND SOYAZHE by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS ODES: BOOK 1. ODE 1. PREFACE by MARK AKENSIDE FIRST ICE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |