Not only is my love a flower That blooms in broad daylight, But, like the Evening Primrose, it Can bloom again at night. My heart, though I have reached my prime, It still beats fresh and young; I tremble at sweet Beauty's glance, And Love is still my song. At thy bright smile I burn and shake, Though treated as thy brother: Canst thou not see my eyes have twins That laugh and call thee mother? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST SHEEP by SARAH PRATT MCCLAIN GREENE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 36. LIFE-IN-LOVE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI BROADWAY IN THE OZARKS: NIGHT by BETTY CORBETT BASSETT THE DEATH OF HAMPDEN by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY THE WIFE'S SONG by ERNEST BENSHIMOL |