In the glad spring when leaves were green, O merrily the throstle sings! I sought, amid the tangled sheen, Love whom mine eyes had never seen, O the glad dove has golden wings! Between the blossoms red and white, O merrily the throstle sings! My love first came into my sight, O perfect vision of delight, O the glad dove has golden wings! The yellow apples glowed like fire. O merrily the throstle sings! O Love too great for lip or lyre, Blown rose of love and of desire, O the glad dove has golden wings! But now with snow the tree is grey Ah, sadly now the throstle sings! My love is dead: ah! well-a-day, See at her silent feet I lay A dove with broken wings! Ah, Love! ah, Love! that thou wert slain -- Fond Dove, fond Dove return again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER NIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES TO PRIMROSES FILLED WITH MORNING DEW by ROBERT HERRICK MONODY ON THE ASTOR HOUSE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 33. RED DAWN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH; ON THE PUBLICATION OF HIS POEM, 'PETER BELL' by BERNARD BARTON CANTIC. CHAP. 2 by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |