Startling the cool gray depths of morning air She throws aside her counterpane of clouds, And stands half folded in her silken shrouds With calm white breast and snowy shoulder bare. High o'er her head a flush all pink and rare Thrills her with foregleam of an unknown bliss, A virgin pure who waits the bridal kiss, Faint with expectant joy she fears to share. Lo, now he comes, the dazzling prince of day! Flings his full glory o'er her radiant breast; Enfolds her to the rapture of his rest, Transfigured in the throbbing of his ray. O fly, my soul, where love's warm transports are; And seek eternal bliss in yon pink kindling star! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN TO AN EARLY DAFFODIL; SONNET by AMY LOWELL TO CERTAIN JOURNEYMEN by CARL SANDBURG PROSIT NEUJAHR by GEORGE SANTAYANA OF THE DAY ESTIVALL by ALEXANDER HUME THE LADY POVERTY by ALICE MEYNELL AFTER THE BATTLE (OF AUGHRIM) by THOMAS MOORE |