Sweep gently o'er the chords dear, Until I get the key For a little summer love song Just meant for you and me. The dove still sings his love note E'en with their nestlings three, And this night-wind woos the cedar, Then why should I not thee? If plaintive little Philomel Can serenade alone, How could I keep from singing 'Mid treasures all my own? The May of love was ravishing With bud and promise rife, But fruit and flowers mingle In the summertime of life. 'Twas sweet in nuptial springtime To watch your soulful eyes Send back their lovelit flashes Like heralds from the skies. But as now they gently linger On a little upturned face, I can read a deeper luster And a heavenlier grace. And while you hold another hand, And a fairer brow caress, The little lullaby you sing Is part for me I guess! We're a little nest of love birds, For notes almost divine, From your downy-headed thrushes, Are chiming in with mine. And our home's a little corner Of the paradise above, For our love is growing warmer In the summertime of love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GERANIUMS by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE SOULS OF THE SLAIN by THOMAS HARDY TAM I' THE KIRK by VIOLET JACOB THE CHURCH OF A DREAM; TO BERNHARD BERENSON by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON TO GIOVANNI DA PISTOIA ON THE PAINTING OF THE SISTINE CHAPEL, 1509 by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI SHADOWS by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 15. TO THE EVENING STAR by MARK AKENSIDE |