I. THE splendid matin sun Is mounting upward through the orient skies; The young day is begun, And shadowy twilight from the landscape flies. II. No more the grey owls roam, Seeking their prey 'mid duskiness and shade; The bat hath hied him home, And in some creviced pile a resting made. III. Haste, then, my love, O! haste; The dews are melting from the fresh green grass: Arise—no longer waste The pleasant hours that thus so sweetly pass. IV. The frolic hare peeps out, Out from her leafy covert, and looks round; The wild birds flit about, And fill the clear soft air with gentlest sound. V. Come, love! of softest blue, Beneath the bordering trees, the stream flows on; The night-hawk thou may'st view, Sitting in stirless silence on his stone. VI. The lark soars up, soars up, With twinkling pinions to salute the morn; Over its foxglove cup The wild bee hangs, winding its tiny horn. VII. Bright flowers of every dye, Blossoms of odours sweet are breathing round; The west wind wanders by, And, kissing, bends their lithe stalks to the ground. VIII. All things of bliss, and love, And gentleness, and harmony proclaim; Echo, from out the grove, Murmurs, as I repeat thy dear-loved name. IX. Haste, then, beloved, haste; Come to these cooling shades, and wander free: My spirit will not taste Earth's cup of joy till first 'tis kiss'd by thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOOD GREAT MAN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A COUNTRY BURIAL by EMILY DICKINSON SONNET: 15. TO THE LORD GENERAL FAIRFAX by JOHN MILTON THE BURNING BABE by ROBERT SOUTHWELL ASCENSION (1) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |