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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG, by JOANNA BAILLIE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The morning air plays on my face Last Line: But binds my love the tighter. Subject(s): Love | |||
THE morning air plays on my face, And through the gray mist peering The soften'd sun I sweetly trace, Wood, muir, and mountain cheering. Larks aloft are singing, Hares from covert springing, And o'er the fen the wild-duck brood Their early way are winging. Bright every dewy hawthorn shines, Sweet every herb is growing, To him whose willing heart inclines The way that he is going. Clearly do I see now What will shortly be now; I'm patting at her door poor Tray, Who fawns and welcomes me now. How slowly moves the rising latch! How quick my heart is beating! That worldly dame is on the watch To frown upon our meeting. Fly! why should I mind her, See who stands behind her, Whose eye upon her traveller looks The sweeter and the kinder. Oh every bounding step I take, Each hour the clock is telling, Bears me o'er mountain, bourn, and brake Still nearer to her dwelling. Day is shining brighter, Limbs are moving lighter, While every thought to Nora's love, But binds my love the tighter. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD A MOTHER TO HER WAKING INFANT by JOANNA BAILLIE |
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