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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 33. RED DAWN, by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) First Line: Hark! Is he sleeping? - let the soft lips meet Last Line: Is where their hearts' blood fountained on the floor. | |||
"Hark! is he sleeping?—Let the soft lips meet. Who knows? the bright June morning may flame red, Yea scarlet round about this white dim bed Where all seems now so moon-caressed and sweet. Ah! sweetheart, how thy tender heart doth beat! Let me kiss every trembling pulse instead, And kiss thy limbs,—kiss upward to thine head; Thrice-rapturous are the night hours,—yet how fleet! "Is that the morning at the window-pane? Let the wild burning red lips cling once more! Ha! the swift sudden sword-flash at the door: Kiss me; I wait; do thou the garden gain"— She would not leave him. That dark evil stain Is where their hearts' blood fountained on the floor. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PRAYER by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A VINDICATION by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) AN ACTOR'S REMINISCENCES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) AUTUMN MESSAGES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ENVOI: DEATH (1) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ENVOI: DEATH (2) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) FOR EVER AND EVERMORE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) IF ONLY THOU ART TRUE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LILIES: 1. THE GREAT WAVE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LILIES: 10. SOUL-PAIN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |
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