I twine the silent mists within my hair And mark the morning from the mountain-peak, While round me the sonorous thunders speak And strange light quivers through the thin pure air. For thee, sweetheart, this valley-rose is fair,— Fair as thine own soft slothful recreant cheek; Thee the gay valley-sunshine loves to seek: Thou wouldst not the steep flowerless high paths dare! And yet I love thee! though thou art so far Away from me, I love thee, sweetheart mine! Far down the valley thy soft soul doth shine, Like a small radiant guiding helpful star Seen through these tangled black grim growths of pine To show where love and simple pleasures are. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BABY MAY by WILLIAM COX BENNETT MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS by ROBERT BURNS WALDEINSAMKEIT by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE HOUSE-TOP; A NIGHT PIECE by HERMAN MELVILLE AT A VACATION EXERCISE IN THE COLLEGE by JOHN MILTON |