GONE is the long, long winter night, Look, my beloved one! How glorious, through his depths of light, Rolls the majestic sun. The willows, waked from winter's death, Give out a fragrance like thy breath -- The summer is begun! Ay, 'tis the long bright summer day: Hark, to that mighty crash! The loosened ice-ridge breaks away -- The smitten waters flash. Seaward the glittering mountain rides, While, down its green translucent sides, The foamy torrents dash. See, love, my boat is moored for thee, By ocean's weedy floor -- The petrel does not skim the sea More swiftly than my oar. We'll go where, on the rocky isles, Her eggs the screaming sea-fowl piles Beside the pebbly shore. Or, bide thou where the poppy blows, With wind-flowers frail and fair, While I, upon his isle of snows, Seek and defy the bear. Fierce though he be, and huge of frame, This arm his savage strength shall tame, And drag him from his lair. When crimson sky and flamy cloud Bespeak the summer o'er, And the dead valleys wear a shroud Of snows that melt no more, I'll build of ice thy winter home, With glistening walls and glassy dome, And spread with skins the floor. The white fox by thy couch shall play; And, from the frozen skies, The meteors of a mimic day Shall flash upon thine eyes. And I -- for such thy vow -- meanwhile Shall hear thy voice and see thy smile, Till that long midnight flies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VISION OF CONNAUGHT IN THE THIRTEENTH CENTURY by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN FOR THE BED AT KELMSCOTT by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE TWILIGHT ON THE DESERT by ETHEL FRANCES BARNARD THE BRAWL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET WAR'S PEOPLE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN EPISTLE TO THE REV. JOHN M'MATH by ROBERT BURNS LINES SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY BURNS by ROBERT BURNS AN ARGUMENT FOR DAVID'S BELIEF OF A FUTURE STATE by JOHN BYROM |