Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONG TO A WELCH AIR, by REGINALD HEBER


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First Line: The moon in silent brightness
Last Line: Oh come, my love, to me!
Subject(s): Love; Moon; Night; Bedtime


THE moon in silent brightness
Rides o'er the mountain brow,
The mist in fleecy whiteness
Has clad the vale below;
Above the woodbine bow'r
Dark waves our trysting-tree;
It is, it is the hour,
Oh come, my love, to me!

The dews of night have wet me
While wand'ring lonelily;
Thy father's bands beset me --
I only fear'd for thee.
I crept beneath thy tower,
I climb'd the ivy tree;
And blessed be the hour
That brings my love to me.

I left my chosen numbers
In yonder copse below;
Each warrior lightly slumbers,
His hand upon his bow:
From forth a tyrant's power
They wait to set thee free;
It is, it is the hour, --
Oh come, my love, to me!





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