The healthiest place for Love is here, And not in any room; Out in this old, green orchard, with The apple trees in bloom. For here we see no idle hooks, No empty shelf or box, To set Love's thoughts on sable scarves, Or stoles of silver fox. The first sweet lovers known to life, Had nothing more than this: Shall we, far richer, when compared, Be poorer in our bliss? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JUGGLING JERRY by GEORGE MEREDITH THE CLOAK, THE BOAT, AND THE SHOES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MOTHER'S WORLD by MARGARET H. ALDEN SONNET by THEODORE AGRIPPA D' AUBIGNE MAUDLIN'S SONG: 2 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY WAR IS KIND: 28 by STEPHEN CRANE |