THE Butterfly loves Mignonette And every moment deeper sips; When Winds do shake him by his wings, He fastens tighter with his lips; So let the whole world make me shake, I will not from my true love break. The bird is perched alone and sings, Not all the rain can make him stop; In sooth he singeth more, as though He'd sing one note for each rain-drop; So, like that bird, to his heart true, I'll sing through showers that wet me through. A thousand trees to every house, A singing bird in every tree; And in the midst of these she dwells, And lives for me -- doth Margery; Where we can take our sweet love's fill Shut in a garden green and still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELMER BARR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A HYMN FOR PROCESSION WITH CROSS AND BANNERS by SABINE BARING-GOULD IN THE HOLY NATIVITY [OF OUR LORD GOD]; AS SUNG BY SHEPHERDS by RICHARD CRASHAW MY AIN COUNTREE by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM THE SONG OF SHERMAN'S ARMY by CHARLES GRAHAM HALPINE A SONG FOR THE SINGLE TABLE ON NEW YEAR'S DAY by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST |