The flower unfolds its dawning cup,
And the young sun drinks the star-dews up,
At eve it droops with the bliss of day,
And dreams in the midnight far away.
So am I in thy sole, sweet glance
Pressed with a weight of utterance;
Lovingly all my leaves unfold,
And gleam to the beams of thirsty gold.
At eve I droop, for then the swell
Of feeling falters forth farewell; -
At midnight I am dreaming deep,
Of what has been, in blissful sleep.
When-ah! when will love's own fight
Wed me alike thro' day and night,
When will the stars with their linking charms
Wake us in each other's arms?
Song (untitled #6)
George Meredith
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Poem topics: away, farewell, flower, night, sleep, star, sun, sweet, fight, deep, young, thirsty, gold, love, I love you, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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