Dawn has blossomed: the sun is nigh: Pearl and rose in the wimpled sky, Rose and pearl on a brightening blue. (She is true, and she is true!) The noonday lies all warm and still And calm, and over sleeping hill And wheatfields falls a dreamy hue. (If she be true - if she be true!) The patient evening comes, most sad and fair: Veiled are the stars; the dim and quiet air Breathes bitter scents of hidden myrrh and rue. (If she were true - and if she were only true!) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LE MEDECIN MALGRE LUI by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS CONCORD HYMN; SUNG AT COMPLETION OF CONCORD MONUMENT, 1836 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON FOR SPRING, BY SANDRO BOTTICELLI by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI AFTERMATH by SIEGFRIED SASSOON TO - (2) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY IN PRAISE OF OLD AGE by ANAXANDRIDES TO ONE IN A GARDEN by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |