As the Day Arose

The day arose when the ebbing golden orb Would sun the morn with light and joy When all the air seems dark and dewy When the pleasant songs of day would leap. Upon the rising of the sweet Mercury swells There's a gentle play that gladdens the heart They soar swiftly upon the sighing breeze In symphonies sweet, their tender echo flows. To our humble gardens, in our soothing rest The birds of Trinidad's beauteous bowers In cascading scents of blossoming flowers May rise and descend and warble in spring. In melodies sweet, that I may suffer not This lonesome heart with forlorn memories By the vaporous isles of the deep green path Where our lips first touched in warm recess. Tho' life seems cold, dark, and lonely Tho' my heart murmurs in streams of sadness There's a whisper of love and dream There's a laughter in days slightly sweet. There's an infamous hope that intrudes the day Where I by the river's flow and deep breathing By a temple of hues storming and lightly clasped On the ivory ground smoothly glowing and ponderous. Would but descend with the last strand of faith In fervent prayer and quivering tears softly flowing Thro' many a morn's in life's poor solitude I see your beauteous face thro' the mind's mirror. That somehow you'd grace me by the limpid fields That somehow your muted lips would call me Where the brightly colored limbs droops merrily 'Neath the ebbing golden orb where our love had sprung As symphonies sweet clings to the hastening day. ( For old time sake I just thought I would drop a poem here at the Soup and stop by and read up on some poetry here. I hope my friends here are keeping well. Thank you very much for reading my poem.)