DREAM days of fond delight and hours As rosy-hued as dawn, are mine. Love's drowsy wine, Brewed from the heart of Passion flowers, Flows softly o'er my lips And save thee, all the world is in eclipse. There were no light if thou wert not; The sun would be too sad to shine, And all the line Of hours from dawn would be a blot; And Night would haunt the skies, An unlaid ghost with staring dark-ringed eyes. Oh, love, if thou wert not my love, And I perchance not thine -- what then? Could gift of men Or favor of the God above, Plant aught in this bare heart Or teach this tongue the singer's soulful art? Ah, no! 'Tis love, and love alone That spurs my soul so surely on; Turns night to dawn, And thorns to roses fairest blown; And winter drear to spring -- Oh, were it not for love I could not sing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE MEMORIAL TABLET (GREAT WAR, 1918) by SIEGFRIED SASSOON DRINKING SONG, FR. THE SCHOOL FOR SCANDAL by RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN ODE SUNG AT THE OPENING OF THE INTERNATIONAL EXHIBITION by ALFRED TENNYSON THE VINE by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II THE PILGRIM SHIP by KATHARINE LEE BATES SOLOMON AND BALKIS by ROBERT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: ON THE SEA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |