Look out, my love, across the quiet scene; The sun, just lost behind the purple hills, Makes rosy all the West; the soft pines lean Together whispering as the night breeze wills. Here in the lilacs by the cottage door The thrush's rippling love notes swell and cease; And drowsy bees, with day's last golden store, Hum off into the universal peace. The air that fans your cheek is redolent With all the honeyed breath of countless flowers. Turn now and look into my heart, content To lay your hand in mine, for Love is ours. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXPOSED NEST by ROBERT FROST TO DANTE by VITTORIO AMEDEO ALFIERI ALL GOATS by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH LINES TO WILLIAM LINLEY WHILE HE SANG A SONG TO PURCELL'S MUSIC by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE OLD ARM-CHAIR by ELIZA COOK STRANGE MEETINGS: 1 by HAROLD MONRO |