THE splendid Sun prepares his steeds To mount the dappled skies, On mountains vales on moors and meads The scowling darkness flies. Awake my Love and with thine eyes Chase darkness from the heart you prize. The balmy breath of blushing morn The mounting skylarks greet; On bush and spray on shrub and thorn The feather'd lovers meet. Awake sweet maid and let us raise To Love the matin song of praise -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 29. AL-HAKIM by EDWIN ARNOLD LEARNING TO PLAY by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN EPITAPH ON GOODMAN HURST OF THE GEORGE AT HORSHAM by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) ON SYRIAN HILLS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON UPON THE KING'S RETURN FROM SCOTLAND by JOHN CLEVELAND SEVEN SONNETS ON THE THOUGHT OF DEATH: 6 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |