O LOVE! O love! this way has hints of you In every bough that stirs, in every bee, Yellow and glad, droning the thick grass through; In blooms red on the bush, white on the tree: And when the wind, just now, came soft and fleet, Scattering the blackberry blossoms, and from some Fast darkening space that thrush sang sudden sweet, You were so near, so near, yet did not come! Say, is it thus with you, O friend, this day? Have you, for me that love you, thought or word? Do I, with bud or bough, pass by your way; With any breath of brier, or note of bird? If this I knew, though you be quick or dead, All my sad life would I go comforted. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A CATHEDRAL CITY by THOMAS HARDY TOM'S GARLAND: UPON THE UNEMPLOYED by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TROAS: ACT II. LATTER END OF THE CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA OH! BLAME NOT THE BARD by THOMAS MOORE THE NUANCES OF MENDACITY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE SPIRIT OF THE TIMES by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |