Wave that wand'rest singing by, Bearing leaves and flow'rs with thee, To the lady of my heart, Waft a benison from me. Wind that rov'st around the grove, Kissing every flower nigh, I'll send thee on a sweeter search, Bear my own true love my sigh! Bark that show'st my graven words, Thine be yet a happier lot, May'st thou meet my Maiden's eye, Bidding her: Forget me not! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS AT INDIAN POINT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS APRIL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE BEGGAR'S HOLIDAY, FR. BEGGAR'S BUSH by JOHN FLETCHER TO RUSSIA by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER SONGS OF TRAVEL: 26. IF THIS WERE FAITH by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE SWING by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON LINES WRITTEN IN A CITY COMPOSING-ROOM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |