As dawn comes to a glistening forest glade Where only beauty such as yours inspires Within the thicket countless feathered choirs To simulate your voice in their aubade, While odors of a cherished absentee Are wafted from the luscious clover blooms Wherein the bees discover treasure rooms Replete with nectar as your lips to me; So did my other senses acquiesce With feeling in a paean to acclaim Your presence, herald of that happiness Too deep for profanation by a name, -- For love, the all of all, with its caress Brought life's supreme completion when you came. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON FINDING A FAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON HIS RETURN TO LONDON by ROBERT HERRICK THE NEW INN: A VISION OF BEAUTY by BEN JONSON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 51. WILLOWWOOD (3) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI BLACKSMITH PAIN by OTTO JULIUS BIERBAUM TO MY DOG, JOWLER by JONATHAN DORR BRADLEY |