Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, DAY OF DELIGHT, by NORMAN ROWLAND GALE



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First Line: Tarry no longer, maid most sweet
Last Line: The sanguine heart of holiday.
Subject(s): Day; Love; Nature


TARRY no longer, Maid most sweet
To bind thy tresses in array,
For I can hear in sunshine beat
The sanguine heart of holiday.

Come in thy homespun frock to me
Than velvets of a queen more fair,
And let this gipsy weather be
The cordial playmate of thy hair.

The hyacinth and the harebell blue
Are married in the cloudless dome;
The lark is almost out of view
Above the wife that keeps his home.

I grant the bird on fire with song,
And yet despise his narrow zest:
Could he but hear how broad and strong
The chant that thunders in my breast!

For I to-day with thee am paired
To wander woods and follow streams,
With brow and spirit finely bared,
And heart unpacked of fevering dreams.

And where beside some leisured brook
Moss spreads an emerald counterpane,
Deep in thy soul my soul shall look
For heaven and angels; not in vain.

Then shall it profit me to learn
Thy starry stature, and to fear
That of a sudden thou may'st burn
A lamp too bright for me to bear.

And when in Mother Mary's fold
The eyes of lambkins, silver-fleeced,
Begin to sparkle as of old
Along the hillside of the east,

Home will I take thee, and entrust
Thine excellence to solitude,
Incredulous that man is dust,
And sure of angels in the wood.

Tarry no longer, Maid most sweet,
To bind thy tresses in array,
For I can hear in sunshine beat
The sanguine heart of holiday.





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