When dawns the morn of Love In the blue sky above, Rises the sun; Birds sing a roundelay, Flowers bloom along the way Breathing of one. Sweet are the morning hours With dew upon the flowers While Fairies play: Love opens wide the door, Passing the threshold o'er Upon his way. As rides the sun on high Circling the dome of sky, Shadows appear; Advancing without sound, Lengthen upon the ground When night is near. And when it sinks to rest, E'en as birds seek their nest Light fades away; Where Love doth still abide, Sweet is the eventide At close of day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY GRANDMOTHER; SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE BY MR. ROMNEY by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON MY LOVE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL COLUMBUS AND THE MAYFLOWER by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES SHERIDAN'S RIDE [DECEMBER 19, 1864] by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ SONNET: 78 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONNET UPON HISTORIE OF GEORGE CASTRIOT, ALIAS SCANDERBERG by EDMUND SPENSER |