My dove, my beautiful one, Arise, arise! The night-dew lies Upon my lips and eyes. The odorous winds are weaving A music of sighs: Arise, arise, My dove, my beautiful one! I wait by the cedar tree, My sister, my love, White breast of the dove, My breast shall be your bed. The pale dew lies Like a veil on my head. My fair one, my fair dove, Arise, arise! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLD HANDS WARM HEART by KAREN SWENSON MOTHER'S LOVE by THOMAS BURBIDGE THE LOST SHEEP by ELIZABETH CECILIA CLEPHANE AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG by OLIVER GOLDSMITH HEART AND MIND by EDITH SITWELL FEATHERS ON THE GRASS by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER |