FARE forth my soul, fare forth, and take thine own; The silver morning and the golden eve Wait, as the virgins waited to receive The bridegroom and the bride, with roses strown; Fare forth and lift her veil,—the bride is joy alone! To thee the friendly hours with her shall bring The changeless trust that bird and poet sing; Her dower to-day shall be the asters sown On breezy uplands; hers the vigor brought Upon the north wind's wing, and hers for thee A stately heritage of land and sea, And all that nature hath, and all the great have thought, While low she whispers like a sea-born shell Things that thy love may hear but never tell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NICHARCHUS UPON PHIDON HIS DOCTOR by EZRA POUND IN SCHOOL-DAYS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 66. AL-I'HLAS by EDWIN ARNOLD PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 80, 81. GHAFOOR, MUNTAKIM by EDWIN ARNOLD THE ANSWER by IRMA LITTELL BOICE |