I know how the great and golden sun Will come up out of the sea, Stride in to shore And up to her door, To touch her hand and her hair, With so much more than a man can say, Bidding Yvonne good day. I know how the great and quiet moon Will come up out of the sea, And climb the hill To her window-sill And enter all silently, And lie on her little cot so white, Kissing Yvonne good night. I know how the great and countless stars Will come up out of the sea, To keep their guard By her still door yard, Lest the soul of Yvonne should stray And be lost for ever there by the deep, In the wonderful hills of sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE'S CAUTION by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES MY PRAYER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU |