Look, love, along the low hills The first stars! God's hand is lighting the watchfires for us, To last until dawn. Hark, love, the wild whippoorwills! Those weird bars, Full of dark passion, will pierce the dim forest, All night, on and on, Till the overbrimmed bowl of life spills, And time mars The one perfect piece of his handcraft, love's lifetime From dewrise till dawn. Foolish heart, fearful of ills! Shall the stars Require a reason, the birds ask a morrow? Heed thou love alone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWELVE ARTICLES by JONATHAN SWIFT THE MEETING by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 5. ON LOVE OF PRAISE by MARK AKENSIDE LONG LIVE LIFE by JACQUES BARON YOU, WHO HAVE SONS TO SPARE! by L. ALLEN BECK MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE KEEPING-ROOM by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE ROCK OF LIBERTY; A PILGRIM ODE, 1620-1920: 3. ACHIEVEMENT by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |