O DAWN upon me slowly, Paradise! Come not too suddenly, Lest my just-opened, unaccustomed eyes Smitten with blindness be. To those who from Time's penury and woe Rise to thy heights afar, Down which the floods of glory fall and flow, Too great thy splendors are. So grow upon me slowly; sweetly break Across death's silent deep, Till to thy morning brightness I shall wake As one from happy sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JANGLING MEMORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE PASSING OF THE EX-SLAVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE TOURNAMENT by SIDNEY LANIER PEOPLE'S SURROUNDINGS by MARIANNE MOORE |