IN the pleasant spring-time weather -- Rosy morns and purple eves -- When the little birds together Sit and sing among the leaves, Then it seems as if the shadows, With their interlacing boughs, Had been hung above the meadows For the plighting of their vows! In the lighter, warmer weather, When the music softly rests, And they go to work together For the building of their nests; Then the branches, for a wonder, Seem uplifted everywhere, To be props and pillars under Little houses in the air. But when we see the meeting Of the lives that are to run Henceforward to the beating Of two hearts that are as one, When we hear the holy taking Of the vows that cannot break, Then it seems as if the making Of the world was for their sake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOURNEY TO A KNOWN PLACE by HAYDEN CARRUTH PROLONGED SONNET: WHEN THE TROOPS WERE RETURNING FROM MILAN by NICCOLO DEGLI ALBIZZI SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 38 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE BLACK RIDERS: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE |