Poems (May)/Song

by Edith May

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!