Thou could'st not watch with me!—The flowers are thine Soft in the valleys,—where the blue stream speeds By banks of osier and the bending reeds, And where the sunlit golden ripples shine. The foaming white salt sea-waves' crested line, And the blue-gentianed austere mountain-meads, And snow-fields whence thy traitor foot recedes, And the far dim laborious peaks,—are mine. O thou whose hazel eyes so pure and deep Should towards far splendid heights have led the way, Hadst thou no holy watch with me to keep? The dark is lessening, and the pale morn's grey Glimmers O girl-heart, art thou still asleep? And girl-lips, have ye no sweet word to say? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THAT KIND OF POEM' by KAREN SWENSON SONNET: 9 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL BALL'S BLUFF; A REVERIE by HERMAN MELVILLE SOME SWEET DAY by LEWIS J. BATES THE CATHEDRAL PORCH by LAURENCE BINYON LITTLE WINDOWS by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN |