AS sweet as a song on a summer's eve, When time creeps on with the moon's soft pace, Are the honeyed words from the lips of love, Low spoke with a maiden's modest grace. As rich as the tint of a summer's eve, When rainbow hues are bright in the sky, Is the pink that touches my loved one's cheek, When kiss follows kiss and sigh follows sigh. As soft as the sighs of a summer's eve, When the winds whisper low to the moon in the west, Is the pledge of troth that steals on my ear, As my love lingers long and close on my breast. Oh! give me back that sweet summer's eve, When life surged high like the flow of the tide; When the song of the spheres was love, throbbing love, And the maid of my heart I clasped to my side. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICHARD BOOTH TO HIS SON JUNIUS BRUTUS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS POETASTER: SONG (4) by BEN JONSON COLUMBUS AND THE MAYFLOWER by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 32 by EDWARD TAYLOR CYNTHIA RETURNED FROM THE COUNTRY by PHILIP AYRES THE SONG OF HER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TO CHILDREN: 5. DAME HOLIDAY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |