I have left the groves of sleep,
Sad a little to leave you
Hid beneath their branchy roof
From morning sun and dew.
Gleam now phlox and hollyhock;
I look on joyous garden site,
And know that soon the crystal bells
Will tinkle in the light.
Then suddenly I take my way to you,
With such a tenderness and love that sweep
Into my midmost being
That it seems my thought has travelled through--
To bring you joy of reawakening--
All the leafy umbrage of your sleep.
And when I come to you within the house,
That shade and silence still possess, hear
My ardent kisses, fresh
And clear,
Sing you a morning song through meadows of the flesh.