MY true love still is all that's fair, She is flower and blossom blowing free, For all her silence lying there She sings a spirit song to me. New lovers seek her in her bower, The rain, the dew, the flying wind, And tempt her out to be a flower, Which throws a shadow on my mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOUND NO'TH BLUES by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 7 by OMAR KHAYYAM HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 7 by EZRA POUND AUTUMN WOODS by ANNA M. ACKERMANN THE PEN by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM THE LETTER; EDWARD ROWLAND SILL, DIED FEBRUARY 27, 1887 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |