Like a lit-up Christmas Tree, Like a grotto pranked with spars, Like white corals in green sea, Like night's sky of crowded stars -- To me like these you show, Syringa Such heightening power has love, believe, While here by Eden's gate I linger Love's tryst to keep, with truant Eve. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HASTY PUDDING by JOEL BARLOW BERTHA IN THE LANE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A VALEDICTION: OF MY NAME IN THE WINDOW by JOHN DONNE SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 114 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ONE CROWDED HOUR, FR. OLD MORTALITY by WALTER SCOTT |