FADES the star of morning, West winds gently blow, Soft the pine-trees murmur, Soft the waters flow. Lift thine eyes, my maiden, To the hill-top nigh — Gloom and fear will vanish When the pale stars die; — Lift thine eyes, my maiden, Hear thy lover's cry! From my tent I wander Longing but for thee, As the day from darkness Comes for stream and tree. Lift thine eyes, my maiden, To the hill-top nigh — Lo, the dawn is breaking; Rosy beams the sky; — Lift thine eyes, my maiden, Hear thy lover's cry! Lonely is our valley Though the month is May; Come and be my moonlight, I will be thy day! — Lift thine eyes, my maiden, O behold me nigh! Now the sun is rising; Now the shadows fly; Lift thine eyes, my maiden, Hear thy lover's cry! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST JUDGMENT by JOHN CROWE RANSOM TO A BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 26. MID-RAPTURE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI CHINA 1937 by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER LILIES: 8 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |