Pale friends you wish us ever to remain: The thriftless seasons no new hope must bring To tempt our thoughts on more adventurous wing? Must we the pulses of a heart restrain Or rob the prelude of its sweet refrain, -- That subtle music each entranced spring Hath heard anew its captive lovers sing And in the buzz of summer lost again? I have been guileless long: angels and you And beauty in my dreams together played. The sunshine and your smile my heaven made Laden with some great joy that I half knew. That holy happiness did mortal prove; A wind blew, and dim worship flamed to love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EPITAPH, INTENDED FOR HIMSELF by JAMES BEATTIE THE CONGO by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE MEETING by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TRAVELLER BY NIGHT, SELECTION by JOANNA BAILLIE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 46 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |