When first, a new-born babe, he smiled, Ere yet a name was given, We knew not if the stranger child Were more of earth or heaven. His eyes, twin dewdrops, took the light Of noonday's perfect blue: His cheeks, young apple-blossoms white, To warmer blushes grew. His lips -- a rosy oracle, And fragrant as a flower's -- Like breathing petals, seemed to tell Of sweeter thoughts than ours. His name? -- It is a balmy word Of sound and silence wove; We caught it when an echo stirred In sleep and whispered -- "Love." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A REDBREAST, THAT FLEW INTO A HOUSE ... by ELIZABETH BENTLEY SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 42 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE CARLE OF KELLYBURN BRAES by ROBERT BURNS THE DESERT by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT VERSES ON THE QUEEN by THOMAS CAMPBELL MOTHER by CATHARINE CARSTENSEN TO THE STATE OF LOVE; OR THE SENSES' FESTIVAL by JOHN CLEVELAND ALICE DU CLOS: OR THE FORKED TONGUE. A BALLAD by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |