The Doomed — regard the Sunrise
With different Delight –
Because — when next it burns abroad
They doubt to witness it –

The Man — to die — tomorrow –
Harks for the Meadow Bird –
Because its Music stirs the Axe
That clamors for his head –

Joyful — to whom the Sunrise
Precedes Enamored — Day –
Joyful — for whom the Meadow Bird
Has ought but Elegy!

My River runs to thee –
Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me?
My River wait reply –
Oh Sea — look graciously –
I’ll fetch thee Brooks
From spotted nooks –
Say — Sea — Take Me!

A feather from the Whippoorwill
That everlasting — sings!
Whose galleries — are Sunrise –
Whose Opera — the Springs –
Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
Of mellow — murmuring thread –
Whose Beryl Egg, what Schoolboys hunt
In “Recess” — Overhead!

You love me — you are sure –
I shall not fear mistake –
I shall not cheated wake –
Some grinning morn –
To find the Sunrise left –
And Orchards — unbereft –
And Dollie — gone!

I need not start — you’re sure –
That night will never be –
When frightened — home to Thee I run –
To find the windows dark –
And no more Dollie — mark –
Quite none?

Be sure you’re sure — you know –
I’ll bear it better now –
If you’ll just tell me so –
Than when — a little dull Balm grown –
Over this pain of mine –
You sting — again!