AGAINST white Buda's walls a vine Doth its white branches fondly twine: O no! it was no vine-tree there; It was a fond, a faithful pair, Bound each to each in earliest vow, -- And, O, they must be severed now! And these their farewell words: "We part, -- Break from my bosom, -- break, my heart! Go to a garden, -- go and see Some rose-branch blushing on the tree; And from that branch a rose-flower tear, Then place it on thy bosom bare; And as its leaflets fade and pine, So fades my sinking heart in thine." And thus the other spoke: "My love! A few short paces backward move, And to the verdant forest go; There's a fresh water-fount below; And in the fount a marble stone, Which a gold cup reposes on; And in the cup a ball of snow, -- Love! take that ball of snow to rest Upon thine heart within thy breast, And as it melts unnoticed there, So melts my heart in thine, my dear!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WEIGHING THE BABY by ETHEL LYNN BEERS MEMORIAL DAY by WILLIAM E. BROOKS AN ORDER FOR A PICTURE by ALICE CARY INTROSPECTION by GEORGE ARNOLD THE REPLY OF Q. HORATIUS FLACCUS TO A ROMAN 'ROUND-ROBIN' by ALFRED AUSTIN |