The light of dawn rose on my dreams, And from afar I seemed to hear In sleep the mellow blackbird call Hollow and sweet and clear. I prythee, Nurse, my casement open, Wildly the garden peals with singing, And hooting through the dewy pines The goblins of the dark are winging. O listen the droning of the bees, That in the roses take delight! And see a cloud stays in the blue Like an angel still and bright. The gentle sky is spread like silk, And, Nurse, the moon doth languish there, As if it were a perfect jewel In the morning's soft-spun hair. The greyness of the distant hills Is silvered in the lucid East, See, now the sheeny-plumed cock Wags haughtily his crest. 'O come you out, O come you out, Lily, and lavender, and lime; The kingcup swings his golden bell, And plumpy cherries drum the time. 'O come you out, O come you out! Roses, and dew, and mignonette, The sun is in the steep blue sky, Sweetly the morning star is set.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EMPEROR'S BIRD'S-NEST by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LEISTON ABBEY by BERNARD BARTON THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 66. THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE VISION by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |