My love is a bush in bloom, My love is a bird in the air, My love is an April day, And a wind with golden hair. A melody is my love That trembles and glistens and goes, A forest in bud is my love Where hidden laughter flows. Good-bye, O sweet-lipped maiden, O trusted friend, adieu! My old love is my new love And dearer far than you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOME VERSES UPON THE BURNING OF OUR HOUSE JULY 10, 1666 by ANNE BRADSTREET CHINA 1937 by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER THE ABBOT OF INISFALEN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM SONG OF SEID NIMETOLLAH OF KUHISTAN by AMIR NURU'D-DIN NI'MATU'LLAH THE SNAIL by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 62. AL-MUMIT by EDWIN ARNOLD |