If thou guessed what easy hours I can fleet among my flowers, How I fondle them, and how Find them better friends than Thou, Haply, love, the thing might shame thee; Haply with some spite inflame thee. Nay, indeed, thou art not all; And I can forget thy thrall. For I shall when summer comes Sport me with my garden chums, Orchid, harebell, fern, and foxglove. Then thou'lt tear thy pretty locks, love, Twisting curls round jealous fingers....; When thou find'st thy true love lingers Longer o'er the rose than thee, Know thou hast great rivalry; Cry to see it, careless elf, Bite thy lips, but blame thyself! Many a slim tree, dark of tresses, Whispering, gives me strange caresses. Steadfast shines Narcissus' eye When I would his beauty try. And he loads my sighs with scent, Not with frowns of discontent. Water lilies all tranquil lie When their secrecies I spy. Ruddy pout the mouths of roses--- More I kiss, more each uncloses. Even violets, who are shy Of their cousin in the sky, Do not stiffen or resent When a fingertip is bent Round their chins. And if, like thee, Little snowdrops were foot-free, Would they run from me, and vent Laughs of scornful merriment? Nay, they love me, as I them. Oh, my loves of bud and stem, Tell my Maid what lightsome hours I spend with you in your bowers This may pique her jealousy; Haply charm her back to me.
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|Author||Owen, Wilfred (1893-1918)|
|Copyright||The Estate of Wilfred Owen. The Complete Poems and Fragments of Wilfred Owen edited by Jon Stallworthy first published by Chatto Windus, 1983. Preliminaries, introductory, editorial matter, manuscripts and fragments omitted.|
|First line||If thou guessed what easy hours|
|Publication source||The Complete Poems and Fragments of Wilfred Owen|
|Publication editor||Stallworthy, Jon|
|Digital repository||The First World War Poetry Digital Archive|