This is the hour, my love, the hour of tryst; The earth is sleeping in the cool of dusk, The lily-of-the valley nods and sways, The air is drooping with the perfumed musk. Ah! open wide, my love, thy garden' gate; Eftsoons the ancient moon will ply her barge, For thee I bring sweet Cupid's rosary, To thee a book of kisses do I charge. When Eden's glory thrived, fair Eve was won At such an hour as this, our trysting hour, And burning Romeo, when Night was Queen, Enthralled young Juliet within her bower. Then blest be every hour that Love holds sway, And sweet the roses of the eventide. Then blest the crucial moment of this life, When down the stream of passion sweethearts glide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW TO BE A POET (TO REMIND MYSELF) by WENDELL BERRY FISH-LEAP FALL by ROBERT FROST IN QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON HERO-WORSHIP; SONNET by AMY LOWELL MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL |