THE young May moon is beaming, love, The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love; How sweet to rove Through Morna's grove, When the drowsy world is dreaming, love! Then awake! -- the heavens look bright, my dear, 'Tis never too late for delight, my dear; And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear! Now all the world is sleeping, love, But the Sage, his star-watch keeping, love, And I, whose star More glorious far Is the eye from that casement peeping, love. Then awake! -- till rise of sun, my dear, The Sage's glass we'll shun, my dear, Or in watching the flight Of bodies of light He might happen to take thee for one, my dear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FORGOTTEN TUNE by PAUL VERLAINE BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE MOSS ROSE by FRIEDRICH ADOLF KRUMMACHER A SUNRISE SONG by SIDNEY LANIER MADONNA OF THE EVENING FLOWERS by AMY LOWELL GOOD NIGHT AND GOOD MORNING by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES STONEWALL JACKSON'S WAY by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER ARE THE CHILDREN AT HOME? by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER |