 | Poems Chiefly Lyric and Elegiac |  |
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SUSPENSE.
No, not to-day; to-morrow is the time:
To-morrow, when the hovering larks arise
And tell it out into their sunny skies
That Morn has come; Morn with her glittering rime,
Her open flowers, and that spontaneous chime
Of bees and birds and breezes, that supplies,
More than aught else, to heart and ear and eyes
The passion and the power of Love's sweet prime.
To-morrow, when the hovering larks arise
And tell it out into their sunny skies
That Morn has come; Morn with her glittering rime,
Her open flowers, and that spontaneous chime
Of bees and birds and breezes, that supplies,
More than aught else, to heart and ear and eyes
The passion and the power of Love's sweet prime.
Then, you may speak and I will answer you:
After a night of watching and of prayer
Perchance we shall be guided what to do,
By that ethereal presence. Oh, the air
Will then be full of utterance from on high,
And we shall know its meaning, you and I.
After a night of watching and of prayer
Perchance we shall be guided what to do,
By that ethereal presence. Oh, the air
Will then be full of utterance from on high,
And we shall know its meaning, you and I.
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