SHOULD'ST thou, amid the thorny spray, Beneath thy bright eye's quickening ray, Behold the opening buds unclose On jessamine or fragrant rose: Or should a gentle Zephyr meet thee, In gladness hastening on to greet thee, Rejoice to fan that bosom fair, To wanton through that flowing hair: Or where thy fairy footsteps tread Should some green herb fresh verdure spread, And rear its head above the plain, One footprint as a boon to gain; Ah! know by virtue of Love's power 'Tis I that am that opening flower, 'Tis I that breathe that Zephyr's sigh, That suppliant herb, sweet nymph—'tis I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOE HILL LISTENS TO THE PRAYING by KENNETH PATCHEN TO MUSIC [TO BECALM HIS FEVER] by ROBERT HERRICK SONNET: WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR. LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON by JOHN KEATS ECHO by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI RAILROAD RHYME by JOHN GODFREY SAXE SPIRIT WHOSE WORK IS DONE (WASHINGTON CITY, 1865) by WALT WHITMAN AN ELECTIVE COURSE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |