I love the early morning, At the time of break o' day, The rose is full of fragrance, The air is fresh alway. I love the midday hour, The time of the noontide heat, I take a short siesta, From all weary tasks replete. I love the evening shadows, The sun having died away, A reverie awakens Of joys of a bygone day. And when the day is ended, And when nature's balmy sleep In gentle arms enfolds me, And her loving vigil keeps, To guard me till the morning, At the time of break o' day; The rose is full of fragrance, The air is fresh alway. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 31. IN TE DOMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 104. WRITTEN AT FLORENCE: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A FABLE, FOR HENRICUS D., ESQ., JR by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN AN EX-SERVICEMAN MAKES A VOW by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS SONG OF THE THREE SEEDS IN THE MACAW'S BEAK by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH THE LORDS OF LIFE: 2. JUPITER by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE TALE: 14. THE STRUGGLES OF CONSCIENCE by GEORGE CRABBE |