But lo! thou comest like the sweet moonlight That turns the flashing waters into gold: Thou comest,—and the world is no more old, But young and glad, and robed in wedding white. The swift waves laugh with ever-tuneful might; Amid the trees the enamoured breeze is bold; And all this just because thine hand I hold And watch with quiet eyes thine eyes most bright. The whole world changes, love, when thou art here! The thunderous dark oppressive huge clouds break: Fallen are the broken wings of vanquished fear: Blue now for grey ripples the sun-kissed lake: Deep shines the sky unflecked with mist and clear: The very birds sing louder for thy sake! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LONG WHITE SEAM by JEAN INGELOW HELIOTROPE by HARRY THURSTON PECK THE KNIGHTS: DEMOS AND HIS FLATTERER by ARISTOPHANES AN IMITATION OF SPENCER by JOHN ARMSTRONG TO THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON ON HEARING HIM MISPRAISED by MATTHEW ARNOLD ASOLANDO: INAPPREHENSIVENESS by ROBERT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: THE DEATH OF KING HACON by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |