GIVE me thy hand, dear friend, and let me take thee Into my palace-home and garden fair, Beside me follow close, ah, it will make thee Still dearer, sweetest friend, to see thee there. Give me thy hand, dear friend, and let me show thee The peaceful resting places in the shade, Where the stream, flowing pleasantly below thee, Stills each unquiet thought the day has made. No, no, dear friend, my palace-home is lonely, No hand but mine may pluck the flowers there, And, since for me they bud and blossom only, Thou canst not tell me that they are not fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRAYERS by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING HERMES OF THE WAYS by HILDA DOOLITTLE CREDO by WILLIAM ARTHUR DUNKERLEY GLOUCESTER MOORS by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY SONNET: EUTERPE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONG: 2 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |