Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONNET, by CALDER CAMPBELL


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First Line: When midst the summer-roses the warm bees
Last Line: The dial cannot speak without the sun!
Subject(s): Love


When midst the summer-roses the warm bees
Are swarming in the sun, and thou -- so full
Of innocent glee -- dost with thy white hands pull
Pink scented apples from the garden trees
To fling at me, I catch them, on my knees,
Like those who gathered manna; and I cull
Some hasty buds to pelt thee -- white as wool
Lilies, or yellow jonquils, or heartsease; --
Then I can speak my love, even though thy smiles
Gush out among thy blushes, like a flock
Of bright birds from rose-bowers; but when thou'rt gone
I have no speech, -- no magic that beguiles,
The stream of utterance from the hardened rock: --
The dial cannot speak without the sun!





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