TO-DAY 'tis Spring; the hawthorn-tree Is green with buds; to-day maybe She whom I think of thinks of me, And finds the thought enough; And when those buds are grown to leaves, That thought wherein she scarce believes Will grow perhaps to love. Soon as the flowers of May appear, For love of me she will draw near, And hoping, dreading, I shall hear Perhaps, and own my bliss. Awhile beneath the hawthorn sweet Our o'erstrained quickening hearts will beat, Our purple thirsting mouths will meet And revel in their kiss. But when pink May becomes red June, And summer sounds a glorious tune, Under some lordlier tree aswoon Together we shall lie. And then to-day's half-timid thought, May's thrill and kiss will seem as nought To the full joy we shall have taught Each other, she and I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A LADY SINGING by ISAAC ROSENBERG TO MY INCONSTANT MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW FARE WELL by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE CORINNA'S GOING A-MAYING by ROBERT HERRICK HYMN TO THE FLOWERS by HORACE SMITH RAIN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ARMY CORRESPONDENT'S LAST RIDE; FIVE FORKS, APRIL 1, 1865 by GEORGE ALFRED TOWNSEND |