"This morn in the lily a bee doth sing: upon your finger chants a ring. From the forget-me-nots bird-song flashes: your brown eye laughs at me 'neath its lashes. 'Tis thus I sing to you words without significance, sweet phrases that intoxicate preparing, as I lull you in my arms -- my charms being words so pure you would say that they were silence, which reassure you, nonchalant one, which reassure you of your lover's daring. "The moon's in the pool, in the rushes cool . . . like a bee in heaven the bright sun is . . . the cuckoo's refrains ring once and again. -- To your white bosom sings my kiss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHAMEFUL DEATH by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THE KING'S HAND by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II THE REASON WHY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES MY NANNIE'S AWA (1) by ROBERT BURNS ON SEEING MISS FONTENELLE IN A FAVOURITE CHARACTER by ROBERT BURNS HERE STOOD A HOUSE by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |