Welcome, welcome, do I sing, Far more welcome than the spring; He that parteth from you never Shall enjoy a spring forever. Love, that to the voice is near, Breaking from your ivory pale, Need not walk abroad to hear The delightful nightingale. Welcome, welcome, then I sing, Far more welcome than the spring; He that parteth from you never Shall enjoy a spring forever. Love, that still looks on your eyes Though the winter have begun To benumb our arteries, Shall not want the summer's sun. Welcome, welcome, then I sing, Far more welcome than the spring; He that parteth from you never Shall enjoy a spring forever. Love, that still may see your cheeks, Where all rareness still reposes, Is a fool if e'er he seeks Other lilies, other roses. Welcome, welcome, then I sing, Far more welcome than the spring; He that parteth from you never Shall enjoy a spring forever. Love, to whom your soft lip yields, And perceives your breath in kissing, All the odors of the fields Never, never shall be missing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIFE SO SHORT by EAMON GRENNAN TO MARY CHURCH TERRELL - LECTURER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE REWARD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE TEMPTRESS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE FRUIT GARDEN PATH by AMY LOWELL IF HE SHOULD COME by EDWIN MARKHAM JOHN WILKES BOOTH AT THE FARM (JANUARY 12, 1848) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |