Thou! who behold'st with dewy eye The sleeping leaves and folded flowers, And hear'st the night-wind lingering sigh Thro' shadowy woods and twilight bowers; Thou wast the signal once that seem'd to say, Hillario's beating heart reproved my long delay. I see thy emerald lustre stream O'er these rude cliffs and cavern'd shore; But here, orisons to thy beam The woodland chantress pours no more; Nor I, as once, thy lamp propitious hail, Seen indistinct thro' tears; confus'd, and dim, and pale. Soon shall thy arrowy radiance shine On the broad ocean's restless wave, Where this poor cold swoln form of mine Shall shelter in its billowy grave, Safe from the scorn the World's sad outcasts prove, Unconscious of the pain of ill-requited Love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ALPINE PICTURE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SPARROW by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR IMPRESSION by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE ON THE DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT DYING OF A COUGH by JOHN MILTON TO THE ONE OF FICTIVE MUSIC by WALLACE STEVENS |