An Hour With Thee

An hour with thee! When earliest day
Dapples with gold the eastern gray,
Oh, what can frame my mind to bear
The toil and turmoil, cark and care,
New griefs, which coming hours unfold,
And sad remembrance of the old?
One hour with thee.

One hour with thee! When burning June
Waves his red flag at pitch of noon;
What shall repay the faithful swain,
His labor on the sultry plain;
And, more than cave or sheltering bough,
Cool feverish blood and throbbing brow?
One hour with thee.

One hour with thee! When sun is set,
Oh, what can teach me to forget
The thankless labors of the day;
The hopes, the wishes, flung away;
The increasing wants, and lessening gains,
The master's pride, who scorns my pains?
One hour with thee.

by Sir Walter Scott

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Comments (5)

... when burning June Waves his red flag... The poet probably expresses the harsh realities of life. Life is a subject to be experienced and confronted the way it is. Good poem. Sylv-Onyema Uba
The euphoria of new love (or should I say *infatuation*) makes bearable all the drudgeries of normal living, but can also make them interminably unbearable when they bring separation.
Toil and turmoil! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
putting things in perspective? being with the one you love is always at the fore front of one's mind.
Thanks for sharing+++++++++++++++++++++