FAIR is the rising morn, when o'er the sky The orient sun expands his roseate ray, And lovely to the bard's enthusiast eye Fades the meek radiance of departing day; But fairer is the smile of one we love, Than all the scenes in nature's ample sway, And sweeter than the music of the grove, The voice that bids us welcome. Such delight, Edith! is mine; escaping to thy sight From the hard durance of the empty throng. Too swiftly then towards the silent night, Ye hours of happiness! ye speed along; Whilst I, from all the world's cold cares apart, Pour out the feelings of my burthened heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FETES GALANTES: PANYOMIME by PAUL VERLAINE THE MEANING OF THE LOOK by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE END OF THE EPISODE by THOMAS HARDY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 55 by ALFRED TENNYSON A SOUL'S SOLILOQUY by WENONAH STEVENS ABBOTT |