HARDY gorse, that all year long Blooms upon the English moor, Let me set thee at the door Of this little book of song. When the dreary winter lowers, Vainly dost thou seek a fellow To thy blossom brave and yellow -- Color of the cheeriest flowers. Thou of love perennial art Such a symbol that they say: "When no gorse-bloom greets the day, There's no love in any heart." Thus all days are Love's and thine. -- Spicy flower on thorny branch, In Love's service thou art stanch -- Wilt thou, wilding, enter mine? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DOVE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR QUATRAIN: FATE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TO A CERTAIN CIVILIAN by WALT WHITMAN MIRACLES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON MICHAEL ANGELO by WASHINGTON ALLSTON SONNET DEDICATORY by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER |