THE morning frost shines gray Along the misty field Beneath the pallid way Of early dawn revealed. Amid the glow one sees The day-star disappear; Yet o'er the western trees The moon is shining clear. So, too, I send my glance On distant scenes to dwell; I see in torturing trance The night of our farewell. Blue eyes, a lake of bliss, Swim dark before my sight, Thy breath, I feel, thy kiss; I hear thy whispering light. My cheek upon thy breast The streaming tears bedew, Till, purple-black, is cast A veil across my view. The sun comes out; he glows, And straight my dreams depart, While from the cliffs he throws A chill across my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONUMENT MOUNTAIN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 1. E.P. ODE POUR L'ELECTION DE SON SEPULCHRE by EZRA POUND THE NIGHTINGALE by PHILIP SIDNEY ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 12. ON RECOVERING FROM A FIT OF SICKNESS IN COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE RID OF HIS ENGINE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON MY FORMER LIFE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: GERARD DE MANDEVILLE by ROBERT BROWNING |