01.05.2012, 11:13
The Sunrise - Prelude
The Quickening Of Day.
OCTOBER'S roses are all faded now,
And with carnations full of languid scent
Imperial Summer wreathes her amorous brow,
But I am wrapt in precious discontent,
For Love has bound me fast, I know not how,
As I fled, heeding not the way I went,
Through free wild woods, and I am forced to bow
To her who taught me what my being meant.
I thought my hovering fancy might have strayed
Bee-like from flower to flower, but here's an end
To all my erring thoughts; I never knew
The swiftness of the fire with which I played -
Last month I laughed with you as friend with friend,
But now I have another name for you.
The Quickening Of Day.
OCTOBER'S roses are all faded now,
And with carnations full of languid scent
Imperial Summer wreathes her amorous brow,
But I am wrapt in precious discontent,
For Love has bound me fast, I know not how,
As I fled, heeding not the way I went,
Through free wild woods, and I am forced to bow
To her who taught me what my being meant.
I thought my hovering fancy might have strayed
Bee-like from flower to flower, but here's an end
To all my erring thoughts; I never knew
The swiftness of the fire with which I played -
Last month I laughed with you as friend with friend,
But now I have another name for you.