James Avis Bartley Poems >>
Oh, Love! The Dew Lies On The Flower

Oh, love! the dew lies on the flower,
 And the stars gleam on the sea;
It is the charm'd, the silent hour,
 When I should roam with thee.
The day dies out within the West,
 The shadows gather near;
And now sweet fancies fill my breast,
 And thou art strangely dear.

Behold! as yonder heavenly moon,
 Breaks through the dark-blue sky,
And through night's deepest, stillest noon,
 That brightness will supply--
Thy smile thus sheds its heavenly light
 Athwart life's deepest gloom,--
Thus brightly gilds the spirit's night
 Its gentle beams illume.