Startling the cool gray depths of morning air She throws aside her counterpane of clouds, And stands half folded in her silken shrouds With calm white breast and snowy shoulder bare. High o'er her head a flush all pink and rare Thrills her with foregleam of an unknown bliss, A virgin pure who waits the bridal kiss, Faint with expectant joy she fears to share. Lo, now he comes, the dazzling prince of day! Flings his full glory o'er her radiant breast; Enfolds her to the rapture of his rest, Transfigured in the throbbing of his ray. O fly, my soul, where love's warm transports are; And seek eternal bliss in yon pink kindling star! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOM O'ROUGHLEY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LIFE'S MIRROR by MARY AINGE DE VERE IVAN THE CZAR by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 10. THE TOYS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. MR. GEORGE WHITEFIELD, 1770 by PHILLIS WHEATLEY GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 6 by RICHARD BARNFIELD CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 1. TRUE AND CHASTE LOVE by WILLIAM BASSE |