Quatrains Poem by Robert Loveman

Quatrains



A DIAMOND

LOOK how it sparkles, see it greet
With laughing light the ambient air;
One little drop of sunshine sweet
Held in eternal bondage there.

SPRING

A WHISPER on the heath I hear,
And blossoms deck the waking wood;
Ah! surely now the virgin year
Is in her blushing maidenhood.

MARCH

WHITHER doth now this fellow flee
With outstretched arms at such mad pace?
Can the young rascal thinking be
To catch a glimpse of April’s face?

APRIL

MAIDEN, thy cheeks with tears are wet,
And ruefully thine eyebrows arch;
Is ’t as they say, thou thinkest yet
Of that inconstant madcap March?

A SUNSET

THE SUN, departing, kissed the summer Sky,
Then bent an instant o’er her beating breast;
She lifts to him a timid, tear-stained eye,
And, lo! her blushes crimson all the west.

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