THRICE welcome day that ends the weary night Of love in absence. Hush, my throbbing heart! I hear her step, -- she comes! who now can part The happy twain whose soul and sense unite? Oh, can it be? Is this no mocking dream? Nay, by these clasping hands, that fervent kiss, (Honey Hybla!) and by this, and this, I know thee for my own. Ah! now I deem The gods grow envious of an earthly bliss That dims Elysian raptures, and I seem More blest than blest Endymion; for he Saw not his love, while I, with doting eyes, Oh joy ineffable! do gaze on thee, Whose circling arms enclose my Paradise! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 11 by EZRA POUND WE HAVE GONE THROUGH GREAT ROOMS TOGETHER by CARL SANDBURG CATHOLIC HYMN by EDGAR ALLAN POE SPANIARDS' GRAVES AT THE ISLES OF SHOALS by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER RIVALRY IN LOVE by WILLIAM WALSH (1663-1707) THE OPTIMIST AND THE PESSIMIST; A DIALOGUE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |