CANST thou not wait for Love one flying hour, O heart of little faith? Are fields not green Because their rolling bounty is not seen? Will beauty not return with the new flower? Because the tir'd sun seeks the deep sea-bower Where sleep and Tethys tenderly convene, While purple night unfurls her starry screen, Shall sunlight no more thrill the world with power? True Love is patient ever; by the brooks He hath his winter-dreams, a fluent choir, And waits for summer to revive again; He knows that by-and-by the woodland-nooks Will overflow with blossoming green fire, And swooping swallows herald the warm rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTED FRIENDS by JAMES MONTGOMERY TO A LOCOMOTIVE IN WINTER by WALT WHITMAN TO MY SISTER by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE EAGLE OF SONG by BACCHYLIDES STEEL OR GOLD?; THE QUESTION by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE VALLEY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE VANITAS VANITATUM, OMNIA VANITAS by ANNE BRONTE THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: METEMPSYCHOSIS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |