Tag Archives: Larks

By Morning’s Jocund Light

18 Wednesday Feb 2015

Posted by in Poetry

≈ 5 Comments

Tags

, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

By Morning

By Morning’s Jocund Light,

When Midnight, Sleeping, Hides her Veiled Gaze,

And All the Larks in Beauteous Gardens and Blithe canopies of Viridian,

Sing to the Blessed Heavens with Lusty Peals and Vigor;

My Bleary Gaze,

Which Watches through Sweet Floods of tears as Life Persists,

Belies the Droll humour of my Lips

That in Laughing and Light Revelry makes such Misery

As this Heart would, else, endlessly cry, False.

.
~Morgan~
.
.
.
Beautiful Original Photograph found at: trailwind216.blogspot.com . Thank You to the Original Photographer.

Saturday Showcase – The Lark – Happy Valentines Day !

14 Saturday Feb 2015

Posted by in Poetry, Sonnets

≈ 8 Comments

Tags

, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

The Lark

The Lark upon the Morning Singing,
Would Blush and turn her cheek away,
To See the Love My Heart is Bringing,
Into the Light of Burning Day.
Watching there from her Lofty bough,
In the Ripe green Luxury of Verdant Youth,
Would she Witness my Fervent Vow
Of Blazing Affection, Proclaimed in Truth?
As the Sun Sails o’re in her Crystal Palace,
And Reality Bears mute Litany,
Stand I here, Holding Love’s Golden Chalice,
Testament to my Great Love for Thee!
Yet if the Lark should Sing with Beauteous Peals,
Her Melody would Declare what my Silence conceals.

~Morgan~
.
.
.
Beautiful Original Artwork by: Elena Dudina

Here to the End of Time

06 Thursday Nov 2014

Posted by in Poetry

≈ 12 Comments

Tags

, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Here to the End of Time

For by All my Thoughts Thou Hast Given Cause
To Share this Love and make it Lasting;
Yet,
In Words Alone I cannot Tell Thee;
In Gentle Touch that Brings Heaven down to Earth
I Cannot Show Thee;
In Songs of Praise that do Exalt Thy every Grace
I Cannot Sing this Love;
In Passions Great and Kindnesses small that Topple
All the Kingdoms of the Earth
I Could not Show Thee;
For if This Love Could be Spoken,
It would Speak for Eternity.
If this Love could Touch Thee, Bringing any sense of Joy or Pleasure,
My Hands would never leave Thee.
And if this Love could Sing its Beauty, Like Larks that Brighten the Jubilant Morn,
There would be such a Crescendo of Sound that would be Heard
From Here to the End of Time.

~Morgan~
.
.
.
Beautiful Image found at: qtdoll.wordpress

 

The Lark- Sonnet XX

23 Thursday Jan 2014

Posted by in Poetry, Sonnets

≈ 7 Comments

Tags

, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

The Lark

The Lark upon the Morning Singing,
Would Blush and turn her cheek away,
To See the Love My Heart is Bringing,
Into the Light of Burning Day.
Watching there from her Lofty bough,
In the Ripe green Luxury of Verdant Youth,
Would she Witness my Fervent Vow
Of Blazing Affection, Proclaimed in Truth?
As the Sun Sails o’re in her Crystal Palace,
And Reality Bears mute Litany,
Stand I here, Holding Love’s Golden Chalice,
Testament to my Great Love for Thee!
Yet if the Lark should Sing with Beauteous Peals,
Her Melody would Declare what my Silence conceals.

~Morgan~
.
.
.
Beautiful Original Artwork by: Elena Dudina

Here to the End of Time

29 Sunday Sep 2013

Posted by in Poetry

≈ 3 Comments

Tags

, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Here to the End of Time

For by All my Thoughts Thou Hast Given Cause
To Share this Love and make it Lasting;
Yet,
In Words Alone I cannot Tell Thee;
In Gentle Touch that Brings Heaven down to Earth
I Cannot Show Thee;
In Songs of Praise that do Exalt Thy every Grace
I Cannot Sing this Love;
In Passions Great and Kindnesses small that Topple
All the Kingdoms of the Earth
I Could not Show Thee;
For if This Love Could be Spoken,
It would Speak for Eternity.
If this Love could Touch Thee, Bringing any sense of Joy or Pleasure,
My Hands would never leave Thee.
And if this Love could Sing its Beauty, Like Larks that Brighten the Jubilant Morn,
There would be such a Crescendo of Sound that would be Heard
From Here to the End of Time.

~Morgan~
.
.
.
Beautiful Image found at: qtdoll.wordpress