Why should I sing when every living voice Carols in joy for my love's holiday? Why should I laugh when all the skies rejoice, Blue-girt and silvered in each sun-kissed ray? Yea, though the skies, the earth, each God-sent thing, In flowering field, or glen, or deep-set moor, Croon softly each to each, still shall I sing, Tho weak the chords or be the accents poor. These shall I bring for my love's golden fare, These shall I give as down my days she trips— Song-burthened zephyrs for her wind-blown hair, Garlands of laughter for her crimson lips, Laughter or song, 'tis but love's joyous fee, Deep from the treasure of my heart to thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET (ON RECEIVING A LETTER INFORMING ME OF THE BIRTH OF A SON) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE REVENGE OF HAMISH by SIDNEY LANIER IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 119 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE IRISH MOTHER IN THE PENAL DAYS by JOHN BANIM SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 30. CHRIST AND WOMAN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) PSALM 139 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ENGLISH ENCOURAGEMENT OF ART (FIRST READING) by WILLIAM BLAKE |