A LITTLE white dove fluttered close to my pane, I caught it a moment in play, And whispered a love-word again and again To my true love, then bade it away. A little white cloud slowly sailed o'er the moon, Upon it I wished I might be, For then, O my love, I would sail to thee soon Who 'rt dearer than all else to me. A murmuring brook wound its way through a glen, Then broke into tremulous song; I whispered my secret that none else might ken, And it eagerly bore it along. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: THE EVENING STAR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SMOKE IN WINTER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THE SON; SOUTHERN OHIO MARKET TOWN by FREDERICK RIDGELY TORRENCE MOTHER'S WORLD by MARGARET H. ALDEN ROBERT BURNS by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1567-1640) |