AH love, the sweet spring blossoms cling To many a broken wind-tossed bough, And young birds among branches sing, That mutely hung till now. The little new-born things which lie In dewy meadows, sleep and dream Beside the brook that twinkles by To some great lonely stream. And children, now the day is told, From many a warm and cosy nest, Look up to see the young moon hold The old moon to her breast. Dear love, my pulses throb and start To-night with longings sweet and new, And young hopes beat within a heart Grown old in loving you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HEART IS HEAVY by SARA TEASDALE WHERE MY BOOKS GO by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TRULY GREAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES GOOD NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 15 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE WIDOW; SAPPHICS by ROBERT SOUTHEY |