Each rose before the sun, and saw the moon A slender golden curvature embost On the green eastern sky, which brighten'd soon Till in its crimson wavelets she was lost, And so began a perfect Day of June. The river sparkled, birds voiced, breezes tost A laughing world of flow'rs; blue shadows crost The sunshine of the long warm afternoon. But who inherited this wondrous Day? Two happy Lovers. It was made for them, Of time not measured by the moon or sun Both felt that it would never pass away. And now, when music in the dusk was done, King Love had all the stars for diadem. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STOOD AT CLEAR by ALEXANDER ANDERSON SONNET TO W-- P-- by BERNARD BARTON ON THE DEATH OF HER BODY by JAMES KEIR BAXTER THE PIKE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 113, TO ONE WITH HIS SONNETS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |