I O, COME with me and we will bide In our own cot together, Regardless of the time or tide Or want or wintry weather! We'll build a home far more secure Than castles high in air, And, with your face for garniture, A thousand times more fair. Then come, O, come! II A lark sings rapture in the blue, It bids my heart rejoice; For so it sang when first I knew Love's note in your sweet voice. There's nothing God has made but Love! Naught else can still the pain, Or make man's life, here or above, Worth living o'er again. Then come, O, come! III So, come, true heart, and be my wife, In spite of friend or neighbour! We'll make our home with thew and strife Of mutual love and labour. O, when you're tired, just lean your breast Against my heart, and see @3Yourself@1 reflected and at rest Within the eyes of me! Then, come! O, come! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE by JAMES GALVIN THE POET SPEAKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE AWAKENING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS TO CARMEN SYLVA (QUEEN OF ROUMANIA) by EMMA LAZARUS SUGGESTED BY THE COVER OF A VOLUME OF KEATS'S POEMS by AMY LOWELL |