THREE summers have gone since the first time we met, love,
And still 'tis in vain that I ask thee to wed ;
I hear no reply but a gentle " Not yet, love,"
With a smile of your lip, and a shake of your head.
Ah ! how oft have I whispered, how oft have I sued thee,
And breathed my soul's question of " When shall it be ?"
You know, dear, how long and how truly I've wooed thee,
So don't tell the world that you're waiting for me.
I have fashioned a home, where the fairies might dwell, love,
I've planted the myrtle, the rose, and the vine ;
But the cottage to me is a mere hermit's cell, love,
And the bloom will be dull till the flowers are thine.
I've a ring of bright gold, which I gaze on when lonely,
And sigh with Hope's eloquence, " When will it be ?"
There needs but thy " Yes," love--one little word only,
So don't tell the world that you're waiting for me.
Love without a yes for affirmation is long waiting business in life sure!
What a lovely poem. What a frustration Thus waiting can make you slender without dieting... Thanks for posting... Enjoyed.
where the fairies might dwell, love, I've planted the myrtle, the rose, and the vine; But the cottage to me is a mere hermit's cell, love, And the bloom will be dull till the flowers are thine. a very fine poem full of lively imagination. tony
There needs but thy " Yes, " love- one little word only, So don't tell the world that you're waiting for me.....brilliant penning
Wow, what a lovely poem so brilliantly penned, full of frustration, but still filled with hope!
I've a ring of bright gold, which I gaze on when lonely, And sigh with Hope's eloquence, " When will it be? " ..///lovely poem penned
Yes, I won't tell anyone because of love, for love conquers the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes and Love truly need their there have nothing without this little word if they get- no need anything more!