My silver love is shared by all, With every flower and bird; With every man that greets me well, A friendly nod or word. My golden love is kept for two, That share my fire and mat; A little dog with simple ways, And my self-conscious cat. My diamond love, more precious far, Is shared by only one; And where She is that love prevails, On mat or grass, or stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL THE TREE OF SONG by SARA TEASDALE CHRISTMAS EVERYWHERE by PHILLIPS BROOKS INVERSNAID by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ON A SOLDIER FALLEN IN THE PHILIPPINES by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY WILD GEESE by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS TO THE WINDS; A SONG by PHILIP AYRES A CHRISTMAS CAMP ON THE SAN GABR'EL by AMELIA EDITH HUDDLESTON BARR |