The air is ecstasy; to breathe is joy; The sky is all one dream of flower blue; This loveliness must needs have some alloy, Or else my swelling heart will break. Ah, do Not love me now; save love for bitter days Of wind and rain, when hearts need comforting Against the cold. There are so many ways That one may capture happiness in Spring That April love is waste; it should be stored Away in some far corner of one's heart 'Til winter grays the world; then the bright hoard Can be brought forth. But love should have no part In Spring and all its beauty; love should be Dark winter's own -- its one bright ecstasy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 11 by CONRAD AIKEN VASHTI by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TROY PARK: 5. THE CAT by EDITH SITWELL CAVALIER TUNES: GIVE A ROUSE THEN FOR THE CLINIC by ROBERT BROWNING THE ADMIRER by CLAUDIA EMERSON A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS by ROBERT HERRICK A PRAISE OF HIS LOVE by HENRY HOWARD |