There's not a breeze that passes But it seems to bring to me Some tender, looked-for tidings, Some message, love, from thee. There's not a bird that singeth From wall or bush or tree, From roof of vine-wreathed balcony But singeth, love, of thee. There's not a flower that blossoms, But your kindly, pensive face, With loving eyes and heart love On its painted leaves I trace. There's not a stream that murmurs Through wood or grassy lea, Down mountain side or hollow But will murmur, love, of thee. In all of Nature's beauties, Whatever they may be; Where'er they are, it matters not, I see and hear of thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 14 by JAMES JOYCE HUMAN LIFE by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE TO THE MEMORY OF THE BRAVE AMERICANS UNDER GENERAL GREENE by PHILIP FRENEAU THE DEAD DRUMMER; A LEGEND OF SALISBURY PLAIN by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM PSALM 2; DONE AUGUST 8, 1653 - TERZETTI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TO BEN JONSON; UPON OCCASION OF HIS ODE OF DEFIANCE ... by THOMAS CAREW |