THRICE welcome day that ends the weary night Of love in absence. Hush, my throbbing heart! I hear her step, -- she comes! who now can part The happy twain whose soul and sense unite? Oh, can it be? Is this no mocking dream? Nay, by these clasping hands, that fervent kiss, (Honey Hybla!) and by this, and this, I know thee for my own. Ah! now I deem The gods grow envious of an earthly bliss That dims Elysian raptures, and I seem More blest than blest Endymion; for he Saw not his love, while I, with doting eyes, Oh joy ineffable! do gaze on thee, Whose circling arms enclose my Paradise! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW (SEPTEMBER 25, 1857) by ROBERT TRAILL SPENCE LOWELL GOOD-NIGHT TO THE SEASON by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED IMAGES: 6 by RICHARD ALDINGTON THE HUNTER'S MOON by MATHILDE BLIND FAMILIARITY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN EAST SIDE MOVING PICTURE THEATRE - SUNDAY by MAXWELL BODENHEIM |