DEEP Honeysuckle! in the silent eve When wild-rose cups are clos'd, and when each bird Is sleeping by its mate, then all unheard The dew's soft kiss thy wakeful lips receive. 'T is then the sighs that throng them seem to weave A spell whereby the drowsy night is stirr'd To fervid meanings, which no fullest word Of speech or song so sweetly could achieve. Herald of bliss! whose fragrant trumpet blew Love's title to our hearts ere love was known, 'T was well thy flourish told a tale so true, Well that Love's dazzling presence was foreshown; Had his descent on us been as the dew On thee, our rarer sense he had o'er-thrown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXISTING POOL by HAYDEN CARRUTH IN QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TIRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TUNK (A LECTURE ON MODERN EDUCATION) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |