THE morning frost shines gray Along the misty field Beneath the pallid way Of early dawn revealed. Amid the glow one sees The day-star disappear; Yet o'er the western trees The moon is shining clear. So, too, I send my glance On distant scenes to dwell; I see in torturing trance The night of our farewell. Blue eyes, a lake of bliss, Swim dark before my sight, Thy breath, I feel, thy kiss; I hear thy whispering light. My cheek upon thy breast The streaming tears bedew, Till, purple-black, is cast A veil across my view. The sun comes out; he glows, And straight my dreams depart, While from the cliffs he throws A chill across my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RESURRECTION, IMPERFECT by JOHN DONNE LE MARAIS DU CYNGE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER LOVES MONARCHIE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT ENCHANTED MACHINES by BERTON BRALEY THE MORNING STAR by EMILY JANE BRONTE MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: SATURDAY by JOHN BYROM |