ON THIS sweet bank your head thrice sweet and dear I lay, and spread your hair on either side, And see the newborn woodflowers bashful-eyed Look through the golden tresses here and there. On these debateable borders of the year Spring's foot half falters: scarce she yet may know The leafless blackthorn-blossom from the snow; And through her bowers the wind's way still is clear. But April's sun strikes down the glades to-day; So shut your eyes upturned, and feel my kiss Creep, as the Spring now thrills through every spray, Up your warm throat to your warm lips: for this Is even the hour of Love's sworn suitservice, With whom cold hearts are counted castaway. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE AND A QUESTION by ROBERT FROST THE SONNET by RICHARD WATSON GILDER THE TAY BRIDGE DISEASTER by WILLIAM MCGONAGALL TO W. HOHENZOLLERN: A PLEA by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE MESSIAH by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD PSALM 3; WHEN HE FLED FROM ABSALOM; AUGUST 9, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |