Oh, would I were the golden light That shines around thee now, As slumber shades the spotless white Of that unclouded brow! It watches through each changeful dream Thy features' varied play; It meets thy waking eyes' soft gleam By dawn -- by op'ning day. Oh, would I were the crimson veil Above thy couch of snow, To dye thy cheek so soft, so pale, With my reflected glow! Oh, would I were the cord of gold Whose tassel set with pearls Just meets the silken cov'ring fold And rests upon thy curls. Dishevell'd in thy rosy sleep, And shading soft thy dreams; Across their bright and raven sweep The golden tassel gleams! I would be anything for thee, My love -- my radiant love -- A flower, a bird, for sympathy, A watchful star above. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE PORTRAIT OF SHAKESPEARE by BEN JONSON EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DRIFTER OFF TARENTUM by RUDYARD KIPLING THE EAGLE THAT IS FORGOTTEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY BUONAPARTE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AN EVENING PRAYER by BERNARD BARTON NIGHT WATCHERS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE BOY AND THE FLUTE by BJORNSTJERNE MARTINIUS BJORNSON |