 | The poems of Celia Thaxter |  |
THE ANSWER
The blossoms blush on the bough,
And the air is full of song,
Oh give me my answer now,
Dear Love, I have waited long!
And the air is full of song,
Oh give me my answer now,
Dear Love, I have waited long!
The blossoms mantle and flush,—
I see but the rose in your cheek,—
And the birds their music hush,
For the fate your lips may speak.
I see but the rose in your cheek,—
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For the fate your lips may speak.
I listen for life or death,
With hope's deep rapture stirred,
And faint as the blossoms' breath
Comes your low, delicious word.
With hope's deep rapture stirred,
And faint as the blossoms' breath
Comes your low, delicious word.
And the earth reels under my feet,—
O blossoms that burn on the bough!—
With the strength of a joy so sweet,
For I have my answer now!
O blossoms that burn on the bough!—
With the strength of a joy so sweet,
For I have my answer now!
| The poems of Celia Thaxter | |