The Poetry Corner

Look From Thy Lattice, Love.

By George Pope Morris

Look from thy lattice, love-- Listen to me! The cool, balmy breeze Is abroad on the sea! The moon, like a queen, Roams her realms above, And naught is awake But the spirit of love. Ere morn's golden light Tips the hills with its ray, Away o'er the waters-- Away and away! Then look from thy lattice, love-- Listen to me. While the moon lights the sky, And the breeze curls the sea! Look from thy lattice, love-- Listen to me! In the voyage of life, Love our pilot will be! He'll sit at the helm Wherever we rove, And steer by the load-star He kindled above! His gem-girdled shallop Will cut the bright spray, Or skim, like a bird, O'er the waters away! Then look from thy lattice, love-- Listen to me, While the moon lights the sky, And the breeze curls the sea!