FADES the star of morning, West winds gently blow, Soft the pine-trees murmur, Soft the waters flow. Lift thine eyes, my maiden, To the hill-top nigh — Gloom and fear will vanish When the pale stars die; — Lift thine eyes, my maiden, Hear thy lover's cry! From my tent I wander Longing but for thee, As the day from darkness Comes for stream and tree. Lift thine eyes, my maiden, To the hill-top nigh — Lo, the dawn is breaking; Rosy beams the sky; — Lift thine eyes, my maiden, Hear thy lover's cry! Lonely is our valley Though the month is May; Come and be my moonlight, I will be thy day! — Lift thine eyes, my maiden, O behold me nigh! Now the sun is rising; Now the shadows fly; Lift thine eyes, my maiden, Hear thy lover's cry! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOLDEN WEDDING OF STERLING AND SARAH LANIER by SIDNEY LANIER FREEDOM by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TELLING THE BEES (A COLONIAL CUSTOM) by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE ON A BEAUTIFUL DAY by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) TO TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): REMORSE by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS ON THE BIRTH OF A FRIEND'S ELDEST SON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |