WOULD God your health were as this month of May Should be, were this not England,--and your face Abroad, to give the gracious sunshine grace And laugh beneath the budding hawthorn-spray. But here the hedgerows pine from green to grey While yet May's lyre is tuning, and her song Is weak in shade that should in sun be strong; And your pulse springs not to so faint a lay. If in my life be breath of Italy, Would God that I might yield it all to you! So, when such grafted warmth had burgeoned through The languor of your Maytime's hawthorn-tree, My spirit at rest should walk unseen and see The garland of your beauty bloom anew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MARY CHURCH TERRELL - LECTURER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LANDSCAPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ASOLANDO: EPILOGUE by ROBERT BROWNING LESSER EPISTLES: TO A LADY ON HER PASSION FOR OLD CHINA by JOHN GAY IN HOSPITAL: 21. ROMANCE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY SPECIMEN OF AN INDUCTION TO A POEM by JOHN KEATS |