AWAY! away! the coming day Breaks o'er the East in fans of gray, And purpling high the glowing sky, Blushes before the Master's eye. Steady, Marie! my rein is free, Canter a bit in coltish glee, Your easy gallop is wine to me. Away! away! the new-mown hay Has scented all the valleys gay. The cool, moist air is thick, but rare With odor never known elsewhere. Come, now, Marie! you change, I see, To single-foot, so swift and free— A palace car is a cart to thee! Away! away! no stop nor stay. Hark! Heard you e'er such music, pray? What melting rout now falls about To tell the mocking-bird is out! Come, come, Marie! I'm watching thee! A fickle miss I fear you be To change to running walk with me. Away! away! ah! primrose gay You're dressed, I see, for the race to-day, And in the bloom of his feath'ry plume The alder lends you his perfume. Then go, Marie! show them, for me, How the swallow skims the crystal sea— The pacing queen one day you'll be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONATA IN PATHOS by CONRAD AIKEN YOUNG BLOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET TO MAY HOWARD JACKSON - SCULPTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN A SWEDISH GRAVEYARD by EMMA LAZARUS BATTLEDORE AND SHUTTLECOCK by AMY LOWELL |