Classic Poem

Florida Love Song

Over the rush of the brown reedy grasses,
Shadows are shimmering, shading along.
Down in the hush of the green marshy passes,
Echoes the trill of the troubadour's song—
“Sweetheart! Sweetheart! Sweetheart!
Come! Come! Come!”

Breezes have swooned with the pelf that they carried,
Sweeping the petals of orange a-bloom;
Beauty is bride, and her handmaids have tarried,
Scattering guerdons, for love is the groom.
“Sweetheart! Sweetheart! Sweetheart!
Come! Come! Come!”

Purple the haze, where the sun-light is drifting,
Turn of the tide and the doze of the day,
Save where the long notes of melody lifting,
Cleave through the green of the blossoming bay.
“Sweetheart! Sweetheart! Sweetheart!
Come! Come! Come!”

Drunken the bees that at even, returning,
Pour out the gold of a mid-winter May,
Winging their way through an after-glow, burning,
Palpitant, thrilling, with love for a lay.
“Sweetheart! Sweetheart! Sweetheart!
Come! Come! Come!”

Down in the shade of the jasmine, she listens—
Silent and shy is thy brown-breasted she—
Drinking the dew from the bud as it glistens,
Listens, unheeding, and waiting for thee.
“Sweetheart! Sweetheart! Sweetheart!
Come! Come! Come!”

Love bids thee Godspeed—the world loves a lover—
Leave not the spell to the whippoorwill's pain;
Down from the highest palmetto, thou rover!—
Red-throated troubadour, call her again—
“Sweetheart! Sweetheart! Sweetheart!
Come! Come! Come!”Englishlove poemlove poemslove poems for herlove poetrypoems about loveromantic poems