COULD all the measure of my love be set Within the compass of one tiny flower; The yearning thoughts that chase thee hour by hour, The trembling hope, sweet fear, and fond regret;— Could I enfold within one violet Love's deepest meaning and eternal power, The dewy sunshine of love's inmost bower, The charm which, having tasted, none forget;— Or could a violet, breathing toward thee, tell What to no other soul I would betray, Fragrance like music then should find a spell To utter what no human words could say. Stoop down, dear love, these autumn violets smell, And make their message what thou wilt. Farewell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RONDEAU by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT A SUMMER NIGHT by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL A PRAIRIE SUNSET by WALT WHITMAN UNEXPECTED FORTUNE by ABUL QASIM OF SILVES ROSAMOND: KING HENRY'S SONG by JOSEPH ADDISON THE BIRTHDAY CROWN by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1824-1911) |