OH! purer than the day new-born, More candid than the pearlèd morn, Come soon and set the day in tune All through the sun-bathed afternoon; Come soon! Oh! sweeter than the roses be, Subtler than balm or rosemary, Come now, and 'neath this orchard bough Hark to the tranquil sea-wind's sough: Come now! More rhythmic when you step than tunes Wafted o'er waves in summer moons, Bide here, and in my longing ear Murmur the words I crave to hear; Bide here! Here, in the shadowy sacred place, Close up your eyes, hide, hide your face, And, in the windless silence, rest. Now the cool night falls; dear and blest, Now sleep, a dim and dreamless sleep, Whilst I watch over you and keep Your soul from fears. Now sleep! @3Oh! purer than the morning light, And more beloved than dead of night, Come soon to set the world in tune From midnight till the dial marks noon: From dawn till the world's end. Come soon! Come soon!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HEATHEN PASS-EE by ARTHUR CLEMENT HILTON A NET TO SNARE THE MOONLIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY A DECANTER OF MADEIRA, AGED 86, TO GEORGE BANCROFT, AGED 86 by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL HYMN TO THE FLOWERS by HORACE SMITH |