The light of dawn rose on my dreams, And from afar I seemed to hear In sleep the mellow blackbird call Hollow and sweet and clear. I prythee, Nurse, my casement open, Wildly the garden peals with singing, And hooting through the dewy pines The goblins of the dark are winging. O listen the droning of the bees, That in the roses take delight! And see a cloud stays in the blue Like an angel still and bright. The gentle sky is spread like silk, And, Nurse, the moon doth languish there, As if it were a perfect jewel In the morning's soft-spun hair. The greyness of the distant hills Is silvered in the lucid East, See, now the sheeny-plumed cock Wags haughtily his crest. 'O come you out, O come you out, Lily, and lavender, and lime; The kingcup swings his golden bell, And plumpy cherries drum the time. 'O come you out, O come you out! Roses, and dew, and mignonette, The sun is in the steep blue sky, Sweetly the morning star is set.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE VALLEY OF CAUTERETZ by ALFRED TENNYSON FRATERNITY by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH GOLDEN HILL by HAMILTON FISH ARMSTRONG GREAT THOUGHTS by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY THE OVIPAROUS TAILOR by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE THING TO DO by GAMALIEL BRADFORD ON THE YANGSTE KIANG by BERTON BRALEY |