Would God I were that tender apple-blossom, Floating and falling from the twisted bough, To lie and faint within your silken bosom, As that does now! Or would I were a little burnished apple For you to pluck me, gliding by so cold, While sun and shade your robe of lawn will dapple, Your hair's spun gold. Yea, would to God I were among the roses That lean to kiss you as you float between! While on the lowest branch a bud uncloses To touch you, Queen! Nay, since you will not love, would I were growing A happy daisy in the garden path: That so your silver foot might press me going, Even unto death! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IDYLL 1. LAMENT FOR ADONIS by BION BROKEN MUSIC by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PHILOSOPHY by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS THE 'MONSTRE' BALLOON by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM A PRAYER FOR LOVE by ELSA BARKER LIGHTS THROUGH THE MIST by WILLIAM ROSE BENET WRITTEN IN ZIMMERMAN'S SOLITUDE by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |