Unless with my Amanda bless'd, <br />In vain I twine the woodbine bower; <br />Unless to deck her sweeter breast, <br />In vain I rear the breathing flower. <br />Awaken'd by the genial year, <br />In vain the birds around me sing; <br />In vain the freshening fields appear:— <br />Without my love there is no Spring.<br /><br />James Thomson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-amanda/
