IF thou'lt be mine, the treasures of air, Of earth, and sea, shall lie at thy feet; Whatever in Fancy's eye looks fair, Or in Hope's sweet music is @3most@1 sweet, Shall be ours, if thou wilt be mine, love! Bright flowers shall bloom wherever we rove, A voice divine shall talk in each stream, The stars shall look like worlds of love, And this earth be all one beautiful dream In our eyes, if thou wilt be mine, love! And thoughts, whose source is hidden and high, Like streams that come from heavenward hills, Shall keep our hearts—like meads, that lie To be bathed by those eternal rills— Ever green, if thou wilt be mine, love! All this and more the Spirit of Love Can breathe o'er them who feel his spells; That heaven, which forms his home above, He can make on earth, wherever he dwells, And he @3will@1—if thou wilt be mine, love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE RECEIPT OF MY MOTHER'S PICTURE [OUT OF NORFOLK] by WILLIAM COWPER WE WEAR THE MASK by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE WILD HONEYSUCKLE by PHILIP FRENEAU DEAD IN THE SIERRAS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER AMORETTI: 15 by EDMUND SPENSER A COUNTRY NOSEGAY by ALFRED AUSTIN TO MY FRIEND MR. THOMAS FLATMAN, ON THE PUBLISHING OF THESE HIS POEMS by FRANCIS BARNARD (D. 1698) |