SHINE out, resplendent God of day, On my fair Orramoor; Her charms thy most propitious ray And kindest looks allure. In mountain, vale, or gloomy grove, I'd climb the tallest tree, Could I from thence my absent love, My charming rover see. I'd venture on a rising cloud, Aloft in yielding air; From that exalted station proud, To view the smiling fair. Should she in some sequestered bower Among the branches hide, I'd tear off every leaf and flower, Till she was there descried. From every bird I'd steal a wing To Orramoor to fly; And urged by love, would swiftly spring Along the lightsome sky. Return, and bless me with thy charms, While yet the sun displays His fairest beams, and kindly warms Us with his vital rays. Return before that light be gone, In which thou shouldst appear; Unwelcome night is hastening on To darken half the year. In vain, relentless maid, in vain Thou dost a youth forsake, Whose love shall quickly o'er the plain Thy savage flight o'ertake. Should bars of steel my passage stay, They could not thee secure: I'd through enchantments find a way To seize my Orramoor. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARCO BOZZARIS by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK FOR AN ALLEGORICAL DANCE OF WOMEN (BY ANDREA MANTEGNA) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI LITTLE GIFFEN by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR THE CASE OF EDGAR ABBOTT AND PHILIP RIDD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |