TOWARD your scented garden, Sweet, Would flutter all my linkéd words, If with soft wings my rhymes might beat The air like birds. Like sparks along an airy path Your happy home they'd haste to find, Had they but wings for flight as hath The wingéd mind. By night, by day, still true to you, They'd fly with eager winnowings, If but my limping verses flew With Love's own wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA by HENRY CLAY WORK LITANY TO SATAN by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE P. C., X, 36 by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM WAITING FOR SOMETHING TO TURN UP by ALICE CARY AUTUMN AUGURY by LOTTIE HENDERSON CARY TRYING TO FORGET by EMILY DICKINSON THE MIDNIGHT CONSULTATIONS; OR A TRIP TO BOSTON by PHILIP FRENEAU |