I am in love with so many things: A cricket that chirps, a bird that sings; A tree that is green in a garden small, A creeping grass, the iris tall; A baby's dimples, your eyes of blue, A rainy day and the morning dew; A country road, a tiny brook, The star Altair and a "poetry book." So much to love, to have, to hold, I have scarcely time for growing old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SITTING by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUPREME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON HUNTINGDON'S 'MIRANDA' by SIDNEY LANIER ON A TUFT OF GRASS by EMMA LAZARUS |