ROLL on, O shining sun, To the far seas, Bring down, ye shades of eve, The soft, salt breeze! Shine out, O stars, and light My darling's pathway bright, As through the summer night She comes to me. No beam of any star Can match her eyes; Her smile the bursting day In light outvies. Her voice -- the sweetest thing Heard by the raptured spring When waking wild-woods ring -- She comes to me. Ye stars, more swiftly wheel, O'er earth's still breast; More wildly plunge and reel In the dim west! The earth is lone and lorn, Till the glad day be born, Till with the happy morn She comes to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE WINDS; A SONG by PHILIP AYRES SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 9. WHEN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THREE SONGS OF LOVE (CHINESE FASHION): 2. RIVER SONG by WILLIAM A. BEATTY GHOSTS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES STANZAS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |