On this sweet bank your head thrice sweet and dear <br />I lay, and spread your hair on either side, <br />And see the newborn woodflowers bashful-eyed <br />Look through the golden tresses here and there. <br />On these debateable borders of the year <br />Spring's foot half falters; scarce she yet may know <br />The leafless blackthorn-blossom from the snow; <br />And through her bowers the wind's way still is clear. <br />But April's sun strikes down the glades to-day; <br />So shut your eyes upturned, and feel my kiss <br />Creep, as the Spring now thrills through every spray, <br />Up your warm throat to your warm lips: for this <br />Is even the hour of Love's sworn suitservice, <br />With whom cold hearts are counted castaway.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xiv-youth-s-spring-tribute/
