Say not I never told my love for thee. There's not a rose, a rose in all the garden, But I have whispered to its leaves—"I love thee." Say not I never spoke my love for thee. There's not a wind, a wind of morn or even, Wherever out of heaven it blows and goes, Clamouring of day or sighing for the moon, But I have vaunted to that wind—"I love thee." Then did the roses tell thee and the wind. So must it be, else hadst thou never known My love for thee, my sweet and infinite love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISCORDANTS: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN AT SUNSET TIME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR BIRDS by NESTA HIGGINSON SKRINE RIVALRY IN LOVE by WILLIAM WALSH (1663-1707) A BRIDGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A.G.A.V. by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ALFRED TENNYSON by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT FIAMMETT: SONNET. OF FIAMMETTA SINGING by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO |