TELL me no more of thy love, @3papeeha@1, Wouldst thou recall to my heart, @3papeeha@1, Dreams of delight that are gone, When swift to my side came the feet of my lover With stars of the dusk and the dawn? I see the soft wings of the clouds on the river, And jewelled with raindrops the mango-leaves quiver, And tender boughs flower on the plain. ... But what is their beauty to me, @3papeeha@1, Beauty of blossom and shower, @3papeeha@1, That brings not my lover again? Tell me no more of thy love, @3papeeha@1, Wouldst thou revive in my heart, @3papeeha@1, Grief for the joy that is gone? I hear the bright peacock in glimmering woodlands Cry to its mate in the dawn; I hear the black @3koel's@1 slow, tremulous wooing, And sweet in the gardens the calling and cooing Of passionate bulbul and dove. ... But what is their music to me, @3papeeha@1, Songs of their laughter and love, @3papeeha@1, To me, forsaken of love? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEN WHO MARCH AWAY' (SONG OF THE SOLDIERS) by THOMAS HARDY STONEWALL JACKSON; MORTALLY WOUNDED AT CHANCELLORSVILLE by HERMAN MELVILLE A LITTLE SONG OF LIFE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE THE GOUTY MERCHANT AND THE STRANGER by HORACE SMITH WISTFULNESS by KATHARINE ADAMS A PETITION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |