YOU sang the song of rare delight " 'Tis morning and the days are long" -- A morning fresh and fair and bright As ever dawned in happy song; A radiant air, and here and there Were singing birds on sprays of bloom, And dewy splendors everywhere, And heavenly breaths of rose perfume -- All rapturous things were in the song " 'Tis morning and the days are long." O singer of the song divine, Though now you turn your face away With never word for me or mine Nor smile forever and a day, We guess your meaning, and rejoice In what has come to you -- the meed Beyond the search of mortal voice And only in the song indeed -- With you forever, as the song, " 'Tis morning and the days are long." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TAM O' SHANTER by ROBERT BURNS DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 3. FULL MOON by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE WIDOW'S MITE by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON FACADE: 17. DARK SONG by EDITH SITWELL CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 3. OF CONTENTMENT by WILLIAM BASSE |