O LADY wake! -- the azure moon Is rippling in the verdant skies, The owl is warbling his soft tune, Awaiting but thy snowy eyes. The joys of future years are past, To-morrow's hopes have fled away; Still let us love, and e'en at last, We shall be happy yesterday. The early beam of rosy night Drives off the ebon morn afar, While through the murmur of the light The huntsman winds his mad guitar. Then, lady, wake! my brigantine Pants, neighs, and prances to be free; Till the creation I am thine. To some rich desert fly with me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 45. ALLAH-AL-MUJIB by EDWIN ARNOLD A SPRING CAROL by ADRA CAROLINE BATCHELDER SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 2 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SUPPLIANT by KATHARINE BROWN BURT AIRS SUNG AT BROUGHAM CASTLE: A BALLAD by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE LOVER FAR ON THE HILLS by EDWARD CARPENTER LIFE'S MORNING, NOON, AND EVENING by AUDRA POWELL COTTRILLE |