The moist and quiet morn was scarcely breaking,
When Ariadne in her bower was waking;
Her eyelids still were closing, and she heard
But indistinctly yet a little bird,
That in the leaves o-erhead, waiting the sun,
Seemed answering another distant one.
She waked, but stirred not, only just to please
Her pillow-nestling cheek; while the full seas,
The birds, the leaves, the lulling love o-ernight
The happy thought of the returning light,
The sweet, self-willed content, conspired to keep
Her senses lingering in the feel of sleep;
And with a little smile she seemed to say,
-I know my love is near me, and -tis day.â?
Ariadne Waking
James Henry Leigh Hunt
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Poem topics: feel, happy, light, sleep, smile, sun, bird, sweet, pillow, quiet, thought, Valentine's Day, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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