I love the early morning, At the time of break o' day, The rose is full of fragrance, The air is fresh alway. I love the midday hour, The time of the noontide heat, I take a short siesta, From all weary tasks replete. I love the evening shadows, The sun having died away, A reverie awakens Of joys of a bygone day. And when the day is ended, And when nature's balmy sleep In gentle arms enfolds me, And her loving vigil keeps, To guard me till the morning, At the time of break o' day; The rose is full of fragrance, The air is fresh alway. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAST LINES OF THOMAS INGOLDSBY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM COUNTESS LAURA by GEORGE HENRY BOKER A DAY DREAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THERE WILL COME SOFT RAINS' by SARA TEASDALE TO A SINGING BIRD by PHILIP AYRES SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 4. THE OLD VALLEY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |