IF haply thou, O Desdemona Morn, Shouldst call along the curving sphere, "Remain, Dear Night, sweet Moor; nay, leave me not in scorn!" With soft halloos of heavenly love and pain; -- Shouldst thou, O Spring! a-cower in coverts dark, 'Gainst proud supplanting Summer sing thy plea, And move the mighty woods through mailed bark Till mortal heart-break throbbed in every tree; -- Or (grievous if that may be yea o'er-soon!) If thou, my Heart, long holden from thy Sweet, Shouldst knock Death's door with mellow shocks of tune, Sad inquiry to make -- When may we meet? Nay, if ye three, O Morn! O Spring! O Heart! Should chant grave unisons of grief and love; Ye could not mourn with more melodious art Than daily doth yon dim sequestered dove. CHADD'S FORD, PENNSYLVANIA, 1877. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAST LINES OF THOMAS INGOLDSBY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM JEALOUS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR HESPERUS THE BRINGER by SAPPHO A CAMEO by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE FOUNDERS OF OHIO by WILLIAM HENRY VENABLE THE CLUE by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES |