Light, so low upon earth, You send a flash to the sun. Here is the golden close of love, All my wooing is done. O, the woods and the meadows, Woods where we hid from the wet, Stiles where we stay'd to be kind, Meadows in which we met! Light, so low in the vale You flash and lighten afar, For this is the golden morning of love, And you are his morning star. Flash, I am coming, I come, By meadow and stile and wood, O, lighten into my eyes and my heart, Into my heart and my blood! Heart, are you great enough For a love that never tires? O heart, are you great enough for love? I have heard of thorns and briers. Over the thorns and briers, Over the meadows and stiles, Over the world to the end of it Flash for a million miles. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SIBYLLA'S DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE BALLAD OF WILLIAM SYCAMORE (1790-1880) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET BEFORE MARCHING, AND AFTER (IN MEMORIAM F.W.G.) by THOMAS HARDY AT MAGNOLIA CEMETERY by HENRY TIMROD WHEN THE FOLKS COME ALONG by FREDERICK L. ALLEN THEN AND NOW by JEAN JACQUES ANTOINE AMPERE BODY AND SOUL by AWHAD AD-DIN 'ALI IBN VAHID MUHAMMAD KHAVARANI POLLY BE-EN UPZIDES WI' TOM by WILLIAM BARNES SONG; IN IMITATION OF SHAKESPEARE'S 'BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND' by JAMES BEATTIE |