WATCHING by the river where the lilies blow, Singing songs of joyous music all aglow, Trilling voices in the woodland's shady realms, Waiting for the bliss that always overwhelms. We wander hand in hand, our souls agleam With sterling radiance from a moonlight beam, And gather from the stars the sacred light That lumes in milder sheen the shades of night. The afterglow of peace and joy in life, That hallowed all the worthy fields of strife, Had stilled the passions with the sombre hue Of duty, gracing all that to the soul is due. For man will linger in the golden glow Of twilight, and the touch of Cupid's bow, To gain the radiant and the splendid bliss That follows from a maiden's heart and kiss. For all his happiness, the prize of love, Will only come from hands divine above, And color all the scenes of age and youth With the sublime and sacred light of truth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIFTH AVENUE-SPRING AFTERNOON by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SONNET TO TARTAR, A TERRIER BEAUTY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 1. AT TEA by THOMAS HARDY ODES IV, 7. TO TORQUATUS. DIFFUGERE NIVES by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS LOUIS XV by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) LILIES: 18. A PICTURE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |