Love is a draught from the lily's cup With summer's sweetness brimming up; Love is the tremulous, happy note That wells from the thrush's swelling throat; Love is the dawn, with its heart of fire High flaming with a great desire; Love is the sigh of the sea, the call To the clouds from the wandering waterfall— And oh, in the dawn, in the summer and sea Sings ever the love of my Love to me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 1. THE BRIGHT MOON by CONRAD AIKEN THE CITY REVISITED by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET A PLANTATION BACCHANAL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 4 by CLARENCE MAJOR CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM |