@3Knight:@1 Anna-Marie, love, up is the sun, Anna-Marie, love, morn is begun, Mists are dispersing, love, birds singing free, Up in the morning, love, Anna-Marie. Anna-Marie, love, up in the morn, The hunter is winding blithe sounds on his horn, The echo rings merry from rock and from tree. 'Tis time to arouse thee, love, Anna-Marie. @3Wamba:@1 O Tybalt, love, Tybalt, awake me not yet, Around my soft pillow while softer dreams flit; For what are the joys that in waking we prove, Compared with these visions, O Tybalt! my love? Let the birds to the rise of the mist carol shrill, Let the hunter blow out his loud horn on the hill, Softer sounds, softer pleasures, in slumber I prove, But think not I dream of thee, Tybalt, my love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE IN TIME OF HESITATION by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY VORTICIST POEM ON LOVE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS BILLY, HE'S IN TROUBLE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF OUR BELOVED GENERAL STONEWALL JACKSON by CAROLINE AUGUSTA BALL LOVE'S PHANTOM by MATHILDE BLIND THE KING'S PICTURE by HELEN LOUISE BARRON BOSTWICK WEALTH by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |