LOVE within the lover's breast Burns like Hesper in the west, O'er the ashes of the sun, Till the day and night are done; Then when dawn drives up her car -- Lo! it is the morning star. Love! thy love pours down on mine As the sunlight on the vine, As the snow-rill on the vale, As the salt breeze in the sail; As the song unto the bird, On my lips thy name is heard. As a dewdrop on the rose In thy heart my passion glows, As a skylark to the sky Up into thy breast I fly; As a sea-shell of the sea Ever shall I sing of thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I COULD TAKE by HAYDEN CARRUTH JONES'S PRIVATE ARGYMENT by SIDNEY LANIER TO BE CLOSELY WRITTEN ON A SMALL PIECE OF PAPER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ON FINDING A FAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON WRITTEN ON A WALL AT WOODSTOCK by ELIZABETH I SEVEN TIMES SEVEN [- LONGING FOR HOME] by JEAN INGELOW |