O SWAN of slenderness, Dove of tenderness, Jewel of joys, arise! The little red lark, Like a soaring spark Of song, to his sunburst flies; But till thou art arisen, Earth is a prison, Full of my lonesome sighs: Then awake and discover, To thy fond lover, The morn of thy matchless eyes, The dawn is dark to me, Hark! oh, hark to me, Pulse of my heart, I pray! And out of thy hiding With blushes gliding, Dazzle me with thy day. Ah, then once more to thee Flying I'll pour to thee Passion so sweet and gay, The larks shall listen, And dew-drops glisten. Laughing on every spray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MENELAUS AND HELEN by RUPERT BROOKE THE AEOLIAN HARP; AT THE SURF INN by HERMAN MELVILLE RIDDLE: TEETH AND GUMS by MOTHER GOOSE ON THE 'VITA NUOVA' OF DANTE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI BLIGHTERS by SIEGFRIED SASSOON TO THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE, IN NEW-ENGLAND by PHILLIS WHEATLEY |