Each rose before the sun, and saw the moon A slender golden curvature embost On the green eastern sky, which brighten'd soon Till in its crimson wavelets she was lost, And so began a perfect Day of June. The river sparkled, birds voiced, breezes tost A laughing world of flow'rs; blue shadows crost The sunshine of the long warm afternoon. But who inherited this wondrous Day? Two happy Lovers. It was made for them, Of time not measured by the moon or sun Both felt that it would never pass away. And now, when music in the dusk was done, King Love had all the stars for diadem. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A CATY-DID by PHILIP FRENEAU A LITTLE WHILE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI NEW HEAVEN, NEW WAR by ROBERT SOUTHWELL THE WORLD AND THE QUIETEST by MATTHEW ARNOLD DARDANELLES by THEODORE AUBANEL TO ADOLPHE GAIFFE by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE MATTERHORN QUESTS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON OSSIAN'S ADDRESS TO THE SUN IN 'CARTHON' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |