A when a maid awakes at matin toll, With mouth still pouted to a half-dreamt kiss, So, by this beauty strangely stirred, my soul Leans to some partly apprehended bliss. I dimly feel, and yet in vain would read The darling secret of this day's blue eye: Hear what the river tells the willow weed The while he weds her to the stooping sky. I only know this comes, O God, from Thee— A straying leaf from bays about Thy hair Or fragment of Thy raiment's broidery— Since none but Thou couldst leave a trace so fair. For still we question every floating thing For news of absent Love's imperial wing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTING by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 6 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FAREWELL TO THE FARM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE AGED LOVER RENOUNCETH LOVE by THOMAS VAUX THE BAR VERSUS THE DOCKET by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |