Light, so low upon earth,
...You send a flash to the sun.
Here is the golden close of love,
...All my wooing is done.
Oh, the woods and the meadows,
...Woods where we hid from the wet,
Stiles where we stay'd to be kind,
...Meadows in which we met!
Light, so low in the vale
...You flash and lighten afar,
For this is the golden morning of love,
...And you are his morning star.
Flash, I am coming, I come,
...By meadow and stile and wood,
Oh, lighten my heart and my blood!
.....from Marriage Morning by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
Daily Romantic Poetry
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