O happiest kalend in the count of time! I lift my voice to sing thy golden hour: Of all thy circling sisters, from the prime Of Eve's chaste nuptials in the sacred bower Of paradisial innocence and love, Than none less gracious shalt thou prove. Thy brooding moment holds all future days, As in the tender egg of nesting dove Lies the sweet hope to-come, warmed by soft rays From love's own heart, and only pleased to bring Life to its joyous spring. Mark this most blest amongst all time's compeers; Of past pursuit the now accomplished goal, The happier dawn that lights the wakened soul To vaster regions in the round of years, To larger hopes and dearer fears; Till love outgrows all measured marge and leaps The rim of time to God's eternal deeps! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OVID, OLD BUDDY, I WOULD DISCOURSE WITH YOU A WHILE by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG:SO WHY DOES THIS DEAD CARNATION by HAYDEN CARRUTH DEDICATION OF THE FIRST SONNETS TO A FRIEND ... by GEORGE SANTAYANA PLAINT OF THE DISGUSTED BRITON IN THE STATES by GEORGE SANTAYANA |