The blue eyes of a Clementine, her white arms raised, in brilliant light, to greet each spray of hawthorn white, the morn of young love's golden prime, the swing, the bowers where roses twine, someone that whistles in the oats, our ravenous bites, your little slaps, the chuckling gurgle of red wine, on the cloth a ray of dazzling sun, the clink of forks, the gay romance sung by a young Italian who gazes skyward while he chants; the wood that spreads an azure gloom, our good naps of the afternoon, your soft hand o'er my heart that broods, chance wakings, tender attitudes, the return, to the echo of our feet, your burdened breast, your sighings sweet, and Nature that unfolds its charms and flowers, delicious as your arms, o'er a ruined wall the sunset dying (O the ivy of Bas-Meudon!) the darkling path that ends so soon, the Seine, the fish, potatoes frying, green skies where one faint star intrudes, Saint Cloud illuming, our regret, visions of the pale path that yet might reconduct us to the woods, (it leads us home, day fades amain) -- the scent as from a milky udder of summack, windows of a train that flashes past, your little shudder; the spring, our love, your faith, my vows, tears and romances, pace by pace, the dusk beneath the forest boughs, the silence of our long embrace, ah, foolishness, one's heart to pain with vanished things that now are not, woes that our dreams alone retain and that already are forgot! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LET ME FORGET by OMA CARLYLE ANDERSON EPILOGUE TO LESSING'S LAOCOON by MATTHEW ARNOLD EPITAPH ON TWO YOUNG MEN NAMED LEITCH IN CROSSING THE RIVER SOUTHESK by JAMES BEATTIE GRISELDA: CHAPTER 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT WHOM THE GODS LOVE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ON HIS ENGAGEMENT TO BE MARRIED by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB LAST DAYS OF QUEEN ELIZABETH by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |