Out under the trees There are wonderful fancies. When one is at ease, Out under the trees, All the world seems to please Like your sweet, roguish glances. Out under the trees There are wonderful fancies. In some of them, dear, I dream that you love me; But I tremble and fear In some of them, dear, That you 're fickle, and veer Like the gay leaves above me. In some of them, dear, I dream that you love me. In the tree is a nest, Where a mother-bird hovers, With a song in her breast. In the tree is a nest; And is this not the best For birds, dear, or lovers? In the tree is a nest Where a mother-bird hovers. My roof-tree, my sweet, Has a nest I have made you. To this sheltered retreat— My roof-tree, my sweet— Will you come—from the heat Of the world it will shade you? My roof-tree, my sweet, Has a nest I have made you. From my heart a love song Shall I sing for your pleasure; Yes, all our life long, From my heart a love song Shall gush pure and strong In victorious measure. From my heart a love song Shall I sing for your pleasure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 22 by JAMES JOYCE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LYMAN KING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PORTRAIT OF ONE DEAD by CONRAD AIKEN PARAGRAPHS: 15 by HAYDEN CARRUTH I SING OF LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 3. TEESTAY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER |