THE splendid Sun prepares his steeds To mount the dappled skies, On mountains vales on moors and meads The scowling darkness flies. Awake my Love and with thine eyes Chase darkness from the heart you prize. The balmy breath of blushing morn The mounting skylarks greet; On bush and spray on shrub and thorn The feather'd lovers meet. Awake sweet maid and let us raise To Love the matin song of praise -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FORGETFULNESS by HAROLD HART CRANE SUMMER MATURES by HELENE JOHNSON FATHER LAND AND MOTHER TONGUE by SAMUEL LOVER THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND MORE by ROBERT MORRIS THE BURDEN OF NINEVEH by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 4. AFFECTED INDIFFERENCE by MARK AKENSIDE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 51. ASH-SHAHID by EDWIN ARNOLD |