WHAT gift for passionate lovers shall we find? Not flowers nor books of verse suffice for me, Nor splinters of the odorous cedar-tree, And tufts of pine-buds, oozy in the wind; Give me young shoots of aromatic rind, Or samphire, redolent of sand and sea, For all such fragrances I deem to be Fit with my sharp desire to be combined. My heart is like a poet, whose one room, Scented with Latakia faint and fine, Dried rose-leaves, and split attar, and old wine, From curtained windows gathers its warm gloom Round all but one sweet picture where incline His thoughts and fancies mingled with perfume. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EVENING STAR by THOMAS CAMPBELL DAY: MORNING by JOHN CUNNINGHAM THE KINGFISHER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE DAUGHTER OF MENDOZA by MIRABEAU BONAPARTE LAMAR A BLACKBIRD SUDDENLY by JOSEPH AUSLANDER EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 23. SOONER WOUNDED THAN CURED by PHILIP AYRES |