When dawns the morn of Love In the blue sky above, Rises the sun; Birds sing a roundelay, Flowers bloom along the way Breathing of one. Sweet are the morning hours With dew upon the flowers While Fairies play: Love opens wide the door, Passing the threshold o'er Upon his way. As rides the sun on high Circling the dome of sky, Shadows appear; Advancing without sound, Lengthen upon the ground When night is near. And when it sinks to rest, E'en as birds seek their nest Light fades away; Where Love doth still abide, Sweet is the eventide At close of day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HAPPIEST HEART by JOHN VANCE CHENEY THE AGE OF WISDOM by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY PENTUCKET [AUGUST 29, 1708] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE STORY OF FIORDISPINA, FR. ORLANDO FURIOSO by LUDOVICO (LODOVICO) ARIOSTO TO MR. WILLIAM BASSE UPON THE NOW PUBLISHING OF HIS POEMS by RALPH BATHURST UNDER THE PINES by ARTHUR STANLEY BOURINOT FIVE LITTLE WANDERINGS: 1. BABYHOOD by BERTON BRALEY |