From mountain heights fair Echo calls And bids the world rejoice; Thus on my thought's high places falls The echo of your voice. In cavern deeps the crystal light Of day seems strangely fair; Your love illumines my heart's sad night, As if God placed it there. The south wind comes with its caress, And joy springs into bloom; Your kisses melt my cold distress And rose-tint all its gloom. The myriad stars of night's vast blue Are spotless and divine; Each represents a gift that you Possess, sweetheart of mine. I have no kingly realm—no gold— No hosts at my command; Yet all the world is mine to hold, When I but hold your hand. A minstrel's frail, discordant notes Are all my lips can give; My love would fill a thousand throats With song that aye should live. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITANY OF THE DARK PEOPLE by COUNTEE CULLEN THE MERCY OF LAZARUS by STEPHEN DOBYNS TO MAY HOWARD JACKSON - SCULPTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO TIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 5. THE DANCING GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 14 by JAMES JOYCE AN ISLAND (SAINT HELENA, 1821) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |