SLEEPEST thou still, my own beloved one? The air is buoyant with the breath of morn; The earth that kept last night for sunshine lorn Smiles once again to greet the blessed sun; A good June day is cheerily begun: The bees are glad because of flowers new-born, The breezelet crisps along the green young corn, High in blue air rings the lark's clarion. Wake, my beloved, wake, and come to me! Come with the dew of youth upon thy hair; Come, a new warmth upon the happy air, A sweeter than the roses' fragrancy. Come, with thine eyes yet deep from holy prayer, And calm with peace which God has whispered thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CONVENT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NO COMING TO GOD WITHOUT CHRIST by ROBERT HERRICK THE RIVER DUDDON: SONNET 34. AFTER-THOUGHT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE NO-LONGER-MERRY ANCIENT MONARCH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 19. THE HEART, LOVE'S BUTT by PHILIP AYRES |