AH, sweet young blood, that makes the heart, So full of joy, and light, That dying children dance with it From early morn till night. My dreams were blossoms, hers the fruit, She was my dearest care; With gentle hand, and for it, I Made playthings of her hair. I made my fingers rings of gold, And bangles for my wrist; You should have felt the soft, warm thing I made to glove my fist. And she should have a crown, I swore, With only gold enough To keep together stones more rich Than that fine metal stuff. Her golden hair gave me more joy Than Jason's heart could hold, When all his men cried out -- Ah, look! He has the Fleece of Gold! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE TAVERN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR VENUS OF THE LOUVRE by EMMA LAZARUS OLD MOTHERS by CHARLES SARSFIELD ROSS UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 22. THE CELESTIAL SURGEON by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE BIRD FANCIER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET NEW YORK HARBOR by PARK BENJAMIN THE FRATERNAL DUEL by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |