WILL you come out and see My pretty bower with me, My sweet little house that lilac boughs have made; With windows up on high, Through which I see the sky, And look up to Him who made the pleasant shade? The sunbeams come and go So brightly to and fro, Like angels of light, too dazzling to be seen! They weave a curtain fair About my doorway there, And paint all my walls with shining gold and green. I have sweet music too, And lovely songs for you, To hear in my house among the lilac leaves; For breezes softly play, And robins sing all day: I think this is praise that God on high receives. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DAY: AN EPISTLE TO JOHN WILKES, OF AYLESBURY, ESQ. by JOHN ARMSTRONG SONG ON THE WATER (1) by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE INTREPID MARINER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE CANOE by ISABELLA VALANCY CRAWFORD HEAVEN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |