Dim hour! that sleep'st on pillowing clouds afar, <br />O rise and yoke the turtles to thy car! <br />Bend o'er the traces, blame each ligering dove! <br />And give me to the bosom of my love! <br />My gentle love, caressing and carest, <br />With heaving heart shall cradle me to rest! <br />Shed the warm tear-drop from her smiling eyes, <br />Lull with fond woe, and med'cine me with sighs! <br />Chilled by the night, the drooping rose of May <br />Mourns the long absence of the lovely day; <br />Young day returning at her promised hour <br />Weps o'er the sorrows of her fav'rite flower; <br />Weeps the soft dew, the balmy gale she sighs, <br />And darts a trembling lustre from her eyes. <br />New life and joy th' expanding floweret feels: <br />His pitying mistress mourns, and mourning heals!<br /><br />Samuel Taylor Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hour-when-we-shall-meet-again-2/
