 | Poems by Julia C. R. Dorr |  |
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WAKENING EARLY
In loving jest you wrote—“Ah, me!
My babe's blue eyes are fair to see;
And sweet his cooing love-notes be
That waken me too early!”
My babe's blue eyes are fair to see;
And sweet his cooing love-notes be
That waken me too early!”
Oh! would to God, beloved, to-day
That merry shout or gleeful play
Might drive your heavy sleep away,
And bid you waken early.
That merry shout or gleeful play
Might drive your heavy sleep away,
And bid you waken early.
But vain are all our prayers and cries;
From your low bed you will not rise;
No kisses falling on your eyes,
Can waken you right early.
From your low bed you will not rise;
No kisses falling on your eyes,
Can waken you right early.
Bright are the skies above your bed,
And through the elm-boughs overhead
Are golden sunbeams softly shed,
That wake you late nor early.
And through the elm-boughs overhead
Are golden sunbeams softly shed,
That wake you late nor early.
Beside you through these summer days
The murmuring fountain, as it plays,
Fills the soft air with diamond sprays,
But does not wake you early!
The murmuring fountain, as it plays,
Fills the soft air with diamond sprays,
But does not wake you early!
We bring the flowers you loved so well,
The pure white rose and lily bell;
Their sweets break not this fearful spell;
They do not wake you early!
The pure white rose and lily bell;
Their sweets break not this fearful spell;
They do not wake you early!
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We sing your songs; we pause to hear
Your bird-like voice rise full and clear;
Ah! dull and heavy is your ear;
We cannot wake you early.
Your bird-like voice rise full and clear;
Ah! dull and heavy is your ear;
We cannot wake you early.
You will not wake? Then may your sleep,
If it be long, be calm and deep;
Thank God, the eyes forget to weep
That do not waken early!
If it be long, be calm and deep;
Thank God, the eyes forget to weep
That do not waken early!
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