Drop, drop from the leaves of lign aloes, O honey-dew! drop from the tree. Float up through your clear river shallows, White lilies, beloved of the bee. Let the people, O Queen! say, and bless thee, Her bounty drops soft as the dew, And spotless in honor confess thee, As lilies are spotless in hue. On the roof stands yon white stork awaking, His feathers flush rosy the while, For, lo! from the blushing east breaking, The sun sheds the bloom of his smile. Let them boast of thy word, "It is certain; We doubt it no more," let them say, Than to-morrow that night's dusky curtain Shall roll back its folds for the day." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ACCOMPLISHED FACTS by CARL SANDBURG THE PILGRIM [SONG], FR. THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS by JOHN BUNYAN TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER by JOHN DRYDEN PHILOMELA: PHILOMELA'S ODE [THAT SHE SANG IN HER ARBOR] by ROBERT GREENE LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN by JOHN KEATS LAYS OF FRANCE: SONG (2) by MARIE DE FRANCE THE ROYAL CROWN by ISRAEL ABRAHAMS LINES WRITTEN IN LADY'S ALBUM OF DIFFERENT-COLOURED PAPER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |