SLEEPEST thou still, my own beloved one? The air is buoyant with the breath of morn; The earth that kept last night for sunshine lorn Smiles once again to greet the blessed sun; A good June day is cheerily begun: The bees are glad because of flowers new-born, The breezelet crisps along the green young corn, High in blue air rings the lark's clarion. Wake, my beloved, wake, and come to me! Come with the dew of youth upon thy hair; Come, a new warmth upon the happy air, A sweeter than the roses' fragrancy. Come, with thine eyes yet deep from holy prayer, And calm with peace which God has whispered thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DIALOGUE ANTHEM by GEORGE HERBERT IDYLLS OF THE KING: PELLEAS AND ETTARRE by ALFRED TENNYSON A CONCLUSORIE HUMNE TO THE SAME WEEK; & FOR MY FRIEND by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TO HELEN KELLER by TOSCAN BENNETT AN ELEGY ON SIR THOMAS OVERBURY; POISONED IN THE TOWER OF LONDON by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) HUGH STUART BOYD: HIS DEATH, 1848 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONG OF THE STARS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT HE WHO LOSETH HIS LIFE SHALL FIND IT by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |