Richer tints the western sky Shows at sunset, darling mine, Which all artist's paints defy: Gorgeous, splendid, e'en divine, When you are with me. And when the lowliest flower In Spring its leaves unfold, (Be its home on hill or moor) Sweeter fragrance seems to hold, When you are with me. Where flows yon winding stream Among the alders green, More lovely does its waters seem, More calm and more serene, When you are with me. In grove and meadow sing the birds More sweetly and more gayly, When I'm listening to your hopeful words Of our futurity, When you are with me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EXPOSTULATION by ISAAC BICKERSTAFFE JOHN BROWN'S BODY by CHARLES SPRAGUE HALL POCAHONTAS [JANUARY 5, 1608] by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY NEAR DOVER, SEPTEMBER 1802 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH INTO THE TWILIGHT by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SPRING MORNING by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT A HYMN TO JESUS by BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX |