ALL sweet and startled gravity, My Love comes walking from the Park; Her eyes are full of what they've seen -- The little bushes puffing green, The candles pale that light the chestnut-trees, The tulip and the jonquil spies; The sunshine and the sudden dark; The dance of buds; and Madam Dove, Sir Blackbird fluting to his Love -- These little loves my Love has in her eyes. In dainty shoes and subtle hose My Love comes walking from the Park; She is, I swear, the sweetest thing That ever left the heart of Spring To tell the secret: Whence the pollen blows! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HAILSTORM IN MAY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND MORE by ROBERT MORRIS TO A BLOCKHEAD by ALEXANDER POPE VERSES TO RHYME WITH 'ROSE' (2) by JANE AUSTEN RUTGERS COLLEGE HYMN by LOUIS BEVIER JR. |