Full Lyrics
To Captain A. S. Beaumont
(ACROSTIC)
Calm from her temple o’er a sleeping sea
Arises Dawn dewlipped, and opaleyed,
Pausing; anon on many a misty lea,
That dreaming wakes with vision satisfied:
Afar the woods grow lustrous, whilst the lark,
In quest of warm Eöus leaves his bed
Nearing the voiceless arch so lately dark
And singing as he soars, till faintly red,
Saluted morning lifts her light crowned head.
Breathing anew, the blossoms bless the wind
Enthroned o’er dimpled vales, and breasted hills;
All nature spreads, through pastures leafylined,
United graces; and the burnished rills
Make marriage music on a pebbled strand.
O happy, happy morning! June at last is here;
Nymphlike she wanders through the rose flushed land
Till others sing the rip’ning of the year.
