EARLY when cocks do crow Ere the stars dwindle, Down to the hearth I go, Fire must I kindle. Fair leap the flames on high, Sparks they whirl drunken; I watch them listlessly In sorrow sunken. Sudden it comes to me, Youth so fair seeming, That all the night of thee I have been dreaming. Tears then on tears do run For my false lover; Thus has the day begun— Would it were over! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOOK OF STONES AND LILIES by AMY LOWELL CHRISTMAS EVERYWHERE by PHILLIPS BROOKS DARKNESS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE COLISEUM by EDGAR ALLAN POE BUBBLING WINE by ABU ZAKARIYYA COMPANIONSHIP AT NIGHT by AGNES STEWART BECK |