"Awake, my fair, the morning springs, The dew-drops glance around, The heifer lows, the blackbird sings, The echoing vales resound. The simple sweets would Stella taste That breathing morning yields, The fragrance of the flowery waste, And freshness of the fields; By uplands, and the greenwood-side, We'll take our early way, And view the valley spreading wide, And opening with the day. Nor uninstructive shall the scene Unfold its charms in vain, The fallow brown, the meadow green, The mountain and the plain. Each dew-drop glistening on the thorn, And trembling to its fall, Each blush that paints the cheek of morn, In Fancy's ear shall call: 'O ye in Youth and Beauty's pride, Who lightly dance along; While Laughter frolics at your side, And Rapture tunes your song, What though each grace around you play, Each beauty bloom for you, Warm as the blush of rising day, And sparkling as the dew; The blush that glows so gaily now, But glows to disappear; And quivering from the bending bough, Soon breaks the pearly tear. So pass the beauties of your prime, That e'en in blooming die; So, shrinking at the blast of Time, The treacherous graces fly.' Let those, my Stella, slight the strain, Who fear to find it true! Each fair of transient beauty vain, And youth as transient too." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MEN BEHIND THE GUNS by JOHN JEROME ROONEY A PRELUDE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: CANTO 2 by WILLIAM BASSE SONG OF SOLOMON: AWAKE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE VERMONT WILL DO HER PART by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY STANZAS TO PAINTING by THOMAS CAMPBELL |