THIS is the time when bit by bit The days begin to lengthen sweet, And every minute gained is joy And love stirs in the heart of a boy. This is the time the sun, of late Content to lie abed till eight, Lifts up betimes his sleepy head And love stirs in the heart of a maid. This is the time we dock the night Of a whole hour of candlelight; When song of linnet and thrush is heard And love stirs in the heart of a bird. This is the time when sword-blades green, With gold and purple damascene Pierce the brown crocus-bed a-row And love stirs in a heart I know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXCHANGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE FIRST OR LAST (SONG) by THOMAS HARDY TO HIS MISTRESS OBJECTING TO HIM NEITHER TOYING OR TALKING by ROBERT HERRICK REBECCA'S HYMN, FR. IVANHOE by WALTER SCOTT ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 25 by PHILIP SIDNEY A MOOD by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE DOOMED MAN by JOSEPH ADDISON ALEXANDER THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): HYLAS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS ON THE DISCOVERIES OF CAPTAIN LEWIS [JANUARY 14, 1807] by JOEL BARLOW |