Up from the kindled pines, Lo, the lord Sun! What shall his children find When day is done? Ere thy feet follow him Over the sea, Love, turn thy glorious Eyes once to me! High in the burning noon, Lo, the lord Sun Sleeps, with his hand slack, His girdle undone. Ere thy feet follow him Over the hill, Love, lace thy heart to mine, Time has stood still. Down by the valley-night Sings the great sea; Over the mountain rim Day walks for thee. Ere thy feet follow him Into far lands, Love, lift thy mouth to me Up through thy hands! Well do they journey Who joy as they go; Hear his hills whispering, "So, it is so." Ere thy feet follow him Down to the shade, Love, loose thy zone to me, Mistress and maid! Down to the kindling pines, Lo, the lord Sun Goes unreluctant And day is done. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FEMALE CONVICT by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 11. ABRAHAM DAVENPORT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER EXTEMPORE EFFUSION UPON THE DEATH OF JAMES HOGG by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH RIDE NOT TOO FAST WITH BEAUTY by ELSIE TWINING ABBOTT EPILOGUE TO LESSING'S LAOCOON by MATTHEW ARNOLD LILIA'S TRESS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |