The Poetry Corner

The Day Of Love.

By Thomas Moore

The beam of morning trembling Stole o'er the mountain brook, With timid ray resembling Affection's early look. Thus love begins--sweet morn of love! The noon-tide ray ascended, And o'er the valley's stream Diffused a glow as splendid As passion's riper dream. Thus love expands--warm noon of love! But evening came, o'ershading The glories of the sky, Like faith and fondness fading From passion's altered eye. Thus love declines--cold eve of love!