Darling, my own dear, ownest love, Shall I put on a dress of white, A red, red rose in my raven hair, And meet you at the gate to-night? By the garden gate that is arched with elms, With majestic elms tall, Where night-birds their sweetest melodies croon, And so softly their love-mates call. Say, darling, will you greet me with a kiss, Will you be my love as of yore? Will you talk of the bliss of our future days, And tell me you love me more? And shall we walk down the garden path, Under the sparkling star-lit sky, While the dew is glittering on the grass, And the soft, cooling night winds sigh? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOUNTAIN (2) by SARA TEASDALE THE BRIDE by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE GETTYSBURG ADDRESS by ABRAHAM LINCOLN TO BE CARVED ON A STONE AT THOOR BALLYLEE (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE LAST MAN: SUBTERRANEAN CITY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES LORD EXMOUTH'S VICTORY AT ALGIERS, 1816 by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |