@2O@1VER the mountain hangs the hush of dawn, Irresolute to be or cease to be; The mist-bathed valley and each lonely tree Stretch motionless, as on a canvas drawn; Afar, ahark, a flight-arrested fawn Stands tense, th' eternal sacrament to see— The quickened sky, that pulses tremblingly Till red with day's-blood lighting hill and lawn. So is it with the love that's born in me: Silent it waited, wavered; risen now, The sky of life it climbs with steady power; Sweetheart, its day is ours. Oh, may we see Together its high noon, together bow And worship in its holy evening hour! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 3. NAPLES by SARA TEASDALE LAY OF THE TRILOBITE by MAY EMMA GOLDWORTH KENDALL THE FINDING OF THE LYRE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE MOWER AGAINST GARDENS by ANDREW MARVELL TO COLIN CLOUT by ANTHONY MUNDAY |