MY love comes down from the mountain Through the mists of dawn; I look, and the star of the morning From the sky is gone. My love comes down from the mountain, At dawn, dewy-sweet; Did you step from the star to the mountain, O little white feet? O whence came your twining tresses And your shining eyes, But out of the gold of the morning And the blue of the skies? The misty mountain is burning In the sun's red fire, And the heart in my breast is burning And lost in desire. I follow you into the valley But no word can I say; To the East or the West I will follow Till the dusk of my day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOOTLIGHT MOTIFS: 4. NATALIE ALT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A MODERN SAPPHO by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE CYNOTAPH by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM BIOTHANATOS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT HOPE PREFERRED by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON GRISELDA: CHAPTER 4 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: FATIMA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |