| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | VIII. Love Sonnets
3. “The buds have opened, and in leafy pride” | | By Henry Theodore Tuckerman (1813–1871) |
| | | THE BUDS have opened, and in leafy pride | |
| Woo the soft winds of this capricious May; | |
| With a refreshing green the fields are dyed, | |
| And clearer sparkles on the waters play. | |
| All Nature speaks of boundless promise now, | 5 |
| In tones as sweet as thine,—her hand is laid | |
| With a maternal greeting on my brow, | |
| Until its fevered throbbings all are stayed; | |
| And I am fain to lie upon her breast, | |
| Unconscious of the world, divorced from pain, | 10 |
| Drink from her rosy lips the balm of rest, | |
| And be her glad and trustful child again: | |
| But such fond dalliance claims a spirit free, | |
| And all her spells are broken—without thee! | | | | |
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