O Love, my love, and perfect bliss! God in his goodness grant me this— I see thee soon again. Nought else I need to take away The grief that for thy sake alway Doth keep me in great pain. Alas, I know not what to do, Nor how to get good news and true: Dear God, I pray to Thee; If else Thou canst not comfort me, Of Thy great mercy make that he Send speedy news to me. Within my father's garden walls There is a tree—when April falls It blossometh alway. There wend I oft in winter drear, Yes, and in spring, the winds to hear, The sweet winds at their play. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE CHELSEA by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH REMEMBRANCE by EGMONT HEGEL ARENS RIDING HORSE TO CULTIVATE IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 8 by BLISS CARMAN |