THIS I learned from the birds, Dear heart, And they told me in woodland words, Apart, And they told me true, That all their singing the summer through Was of you, of you. This I learned from the flowers, Dear heart, In the dewy morning hours Apart, And they sware it, too, That all their sweetness the summer through Was for you, for you. This I learned from the leaves, Dear heart, On stilly, starry eves Apart, Though their words were few, That all their sighing the summer through Was for you, for you. This I learned from the stars, Dear heart, -- From the Seven Sisters, and Mars, Apart In the boundless blue, -- That their light the lingering summer through Was for you, for you. This I learned from my life, Dear heart, 'Mid its storms, and stress, and strife, Apart, (God knows it's true!) That I need to love me my long way through, Only you, dear, you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MODULATIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PROMISE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AMERICA TO GREAT BRITAIN by WASHINGTON ALLSTON SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 35 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ELEGY: 3. CHANGE by JOHN DONNE WHITTIER by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER THE CHARGE OF THE HEAVY BRIGADE AT BALACLAVA: THE CHARGE by ALFRED TENNYSON |