Eos: An Epic of the Dawn, and Other Poems

By Nicholas Flood Davin




The snowy waste all wild and wide.
    The blizzard bellows on its way.
    I see this card—the world’s all May,
And you are sitting by my side.
This heart was ice an hour ago,
Now all the springs of feeling flow,
As ’mid the dance I see you glide,
    While gay waltz music fills the air;
    Or ’neath the moon— a happy pair—
We walk, nor care what may betide.
My heart swells glad with vanished bliss,
    All, all before my fancy rise—
    Your low sweet voice—your violet eyes—
Your lips, —your thrice perfervid kiss. [Page 129]