Poems (May)/Song
For works with similar titles, see Song.
SONG.
Dawn paints thy lattice; The virginal hours Fold in thy sweet soul Its night-blooming flowers; Lakes in the hollows, And clouds in the skies, Drink in the light Like thy beautiful eyes,—Sunbeams betraying Where bright waters be—Morn of my heaven. Oh smile thou for me! Lo! from the peak Where the red rowan clings, Softly the day descends, Trying her wings; Hares shake the copses, And larks brush the leaves,And swallows stir lightly Beneath the broad eaves; The bird is awakening His song on the tree; Bird of my morning, Wake music for me!