@2O@1VER the mountain hangs the hush of dawn, Irresolute to be or cease to be; The mist-bathed valley and each lonely tree Stretch motionless, as on a canvas drawn; Afar, ahark, a flight-arrested fawn Stands tense, th' eternal sacrament to see— The quickened sky, that pulses tremblingly Till red with day's-blood lighting hill and lawn. So is it with the love that's born in me: Silent it waited, wavered; risen now, The sky of life it climbs with steady power; Sweetheart, its day is ours. Oh, may we see Together its high noon, together bow And worship in its holy evening hour! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A STORM IN THE DISTANCE (AMONG THE GEORGIAN HILLS) by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE HIS GRANGE, OR PRIVATE WEALTH by ROBERT HERRICK LAODAMIA by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH LAUTERBRUNNEN by THOMAS GOLD APPLETON ECHOES OF SPRING: 10 by MATHILDE BLIND LOVE IS BEST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |