As dawn comes to a glistening forest glade Where only beauty such as yours inspires Within the thicket countless feathered choirs To simulate your voice in their aubade, While odors of a cherished absentee Are wafted from the luscious clover blooms Wherein the bees discover treasure rooms Replete with nectar as your lips to me; So did my other senses acquiesce With feeling in a paean to acclaim Your presence, herald of that happiness Too deep for profanation by a name, -- For love, the all of all, with its caress Brought life's supreme completion when you came. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECHO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE TO DAFFODILS by ROBERT HERRICK THE WORLD: A CHILD'S SONG by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS THE BABIE by JEREMIAH EAMES RANKIN MOLLY PITCHER [JUNE 28, 1778] by KATE BROWNLEE SHERWOOD THE NONSENSE SAW OF A SAW-GIRL I SAW IN ARKANSAW by FRED W. ALLSOPP PSALM 81 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE LINES SUGGESTED BY A LATE OCCURRENCE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |