06.06.2008, 07:30
The Return
As, when to one who long hath watch'd, the morn,
Advancing slow, forewarns the approach of day
(What time the young and flowery-kirtled May
Decks the green hedge and dewy grass unshorn
With cowslips pale, and many a whitening thorn),
And now the sun comes forth with level ray,
Gilding the high wood top and mountain gray;
And, as the climbs, the meadows 'gins adorn;
The rivers glisten to the dancing beam,
The' awaken'd birds begin their amorous strain,
And hill and vale with joy and fragance teem.
Such is the sight of thee; thy wish'd return
To eyes, like mine, that long have waked to mourn,
That long have watch'd for light, and wept in vain.
As, when to one who long hath watch'd, the morn,
Advancing slow, forewarns the approach of day
(What time the young and flowery-kirtled May
Decks the green hedge and dewy grass unshorn
With cowslips pale, and many a whitening thorn),
And now the sun comes forth with level ray,
Gilding the high wood top and mountain gray;
And, as the climbs, the meadows 'gins adorn;
The rivers glisten to the dancing beam,
The' awaken'd birds begin their amorous strain,
And hill and vale with joy and fragance teem.
Such is the sight of thee; thy wish'd return
To eyes, like mine, that long have waked to mourn,
That long have watch'd for light, and wept in vain.