MY biplane, taking The faint light breaking Through pink clouds, foamy Where dawn comes creeping, Swings 'round through Heaven, Times seven-times-seven -- A heaven duller Of warmth and color Than that below me Where thou art sleeping! A sky-hung warden, Above thy garden, In circles swinging Times out of number, I await the hour Of dawn's full flower, When, sinking nearer That Heaven so dearer, My motor's singing Shall break thy slumber. My motor's humming Shall tell my coming, Ere thou canst even My form discover; Oh, then, my lady! Be up and ready, And, while Time lingers, With kiss on fingers, Lean out from Heaven And pay thy lover! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HAFIZ by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON THE GRASSHOPPER by ANACREON ANOTHER REAPER by WILLIAM H. ARMSTRONG III ADOLESCENCE by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT YELLOW CLOVER by KATHARINE LEE BATES EARLY AND LATE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN AURORA LEIGH: BOOK 9 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING MARCH by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. AFTER THE DAY'S WORK by EDWARD CARPENTER |