HUSH! and again the chatter of the starling Athwart the lawn! Lean your head close and closer, O my darling!— It is the dawn. Dawn in the dusk of her dream, Dream in the hush of her bosom, unclose! Bathed in the wakening beam, Blush to her cheek, be a blossom, a rose! Pass, purple Night, the floor of Ocean spilling With scent and star, To casements lit and luted music thrilling By coasts afar. Holy, thy hand on the rail, Mother of Mystery, muting thy tread: Loosen thy locks for a veil Over the maiden to-morrow shall bed. Go, nuptial night, my breast of hers bereaving! Yet O, tread soft! Come, golden day, the mountain shoulder heaving More gold aloft! Gold, rose, bird of the dawn All to her aubade gather unseen. Thrill thro' the curtain drawn, Bathe her, bedeck her, behymn her, my Queen! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 1 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING WRITTEN AFTER SWIMMING FROM SESTOS TO ABYDOS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON NICHOLAS NYE by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE A GIRL'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST THE HOMES OF ENGLAND by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS BITTER-SWEET: CRADLE SONG [OR, BABYHOOD] by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND TO A HIGHLAND GIRL; AT INVERSNAID, UPON LOCH LOMOND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |