THE tremulous gold of stars within your hair Are yellow bees flown from the hive of night, Finding the blossom of your eyes more fair Than all the pale flowers folded from the light. Then, Sweet, awake, and ope your dreaming eyes Ere those bright bees have flown, and darkness dies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VANQUISHED; ON THE DEATH OF GENERAL GRANT by FRANCIS FISHER BROWNE ADDRESS TO A HAGGIS by ROBERT BURNS UPON THE SAYING THAT MY VERSES WERE MADE BY ANOTHER by ANNE KILLIGREW IL PLEUT DOUCEMENT SUR LA VILLE by PAUL VERLAINE ONCE IN A WAY by ANTIPHILUS OF BYZANTIUM KNAPWEED by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON |