This splendour of my heart comes not alone Because the spring is here again with new And wondering witchery. This glory grown To bursting, comes because my love for you And yours for me has found a mystic joy In which some subtle alchemy of mind And soul and body joins. And no alloy Shall please when magic such as this can bind The soul to happy destiny of love And life fulfilled. Not even spring's first trace Of warmth and tenderness can flame above Such love whose beauty we embrace. Our love is some sweet miracle, dear one; I would not change its splendour for the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JASPER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON A MAN'S VOCATION IS NOBODY'S BUSINESS by JAMES GALVIN THE SEMANTICS OF FLOWERS ON MEMORIAL DAY by BOB HICOK ARMOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DESIRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LAMP OF LIFE by AMY LOWELL |