I twine the silent mists within my hair And mark the morning from the mountain-peak, While round me the sonorous thunders speak And strange light quivers through the thin pure air. For thee, sweetheart, this valley-rose is fair,— Fair as thine own soft slothful recreant cheek; Thee the gay valley-sunshine loves to seek: Thou wouldst not the steep flowerless high paths dare! And yet I love thee! though thou art so far Away from me, I love thee, sweetheart mine! Far down the valley thy soft soul doth shine, Like a small radiant guiding helpful star Seen through these tangled black grim growths of pine To show where love and simple pleasures are. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRAVELLER AT THE SOURCE OF THE NILE by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS BREAK, BREAK, BREAK by ALFRED TENNYSON ANDRE'S LAST REQUEST [OR, REQUEST TO WASHINGTON] [OCTOBER 1, 1780] by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS SUNRISE TRUMPETS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER THE COMPLETE MISANTHROPIST by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP ON SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS by WILLIAM BLAKE KING PHILIP'S MEN by AUDREY ALEXANDRA BROWN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. IN A SCOTCH-FIR WOOD by EDWARD CARPENTER |