Come slowly, Eden
Lips unused to thee.
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars -alights,
And is lost in balms!
Popularity: 55%
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing …Popularity: 18%
Wild Nights -Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile -the Winds
To a Heart in port
Done with the Compass
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden
Ah, the Sea!
Migh...
Popularity: 20%