Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY Poet's Biography First Line: When o'er the world night spreads her mantle dun Last Line: Then what would sweet morn be, if thou wert there! Subject(s): Aging | ||||||||
WHEN o'er the world night spreads her mantle dun, In dreams, my love, I see those stars thine eyes Lighting the dark; but when the royal sun Looks o'er the pines and fires the orient skies, I bask no longer in thy beauty's ray, And lo! my world is bankrupt of delight: Murk night seemed lately fair-complexioned day: Hope-bringing day seems now most doleful night. End, weary day, that art no day to me! Return, fair night, to me the best of days! But oh, my rose, whom in my dreams I see, Enkindle with like bliss my waking gaze! Replete with thee, e'en hideous night grows fair, Then what would sweet morn be, if thou wert there! | Discover our poem explanations - click here!Other Poems of Interest...GRADATIONS OF BLUE by MATTHEA HARVEY AFTER THE GENTLE POET KOBAYASHI ISSA by ROBERT HASS MEMORY AS A HEARING AID by TONY HOAGLAND AMOROSA AND COMPANY by CONRAD AIKEN GRAY WEATHER by ROBINSON JEFFERS FROM THE SPANISH by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |
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