THE lights and shadows fly! Yonder it brightens and darkens down on the plain. A jewel, a jewel dear to a lover's eye! O, is it the brook, or a pool, or her window-pane, When the winds are up in the morning? Clouds that are racing above, And winds and lights and shadows that cannot be still, All running on one way to the home of my love, You are all running on, and I stand on the slope of the hill, And the winds are up in the morning! Follow, follow the chase! And my thoughts are as quick and as quick, ever on, on, on. O lights, are you flying over her sweet little face? And my heart is there before you are come, and gone, When the winds are up in the morning! Follow them down the slope! nd I follow them down to the window-pane of my dear, And it brightens and darkens and brightens like my hope, And it darkens and brightens and darkens like my fear, And the winds are up in the morning! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPILOGUE FROM EMBLEMS OF LOVE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE NICHOLAS NYE by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE SHERIDAN AT CEDAR CREEK by HERMAN MELVILLE THE ENTHUSIAST by HERMAN MELVILLE FROM AN OFFICE WINDOW by FRANCES M. BALLARD A MORNING HYMN by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE BRIDES' TRAGEDY: ACT 1, SCENE 1 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |