My heart was winter-bound until <br /> I heard you sing; <br />O voice of Love, hush not, but fill <br /> My life with Spring! <br /> <br />My hopes were homeless things before <br /> I saw your eyes; <br />O smile of Love, close not the door <br /> To paradise! <br /> <br />My dreams were bitter once, and then <br /> I found them bliss; <br />O lips of Love, give me again <br /> Your rose to kiss! <br /> <br />Springtide of Love! The secret sweet <br /> Is ours alone; <br />O heart of Love, at last you beat <br /> Against my own!<br /><br />Frank Dempster Sherman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-springtide/
