Morning poems
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After Binyon
© Barwin Gary
I shall not grow oldas the part of me that's leftgrows oldrage shall not weary menor the damn years
Distracted by an Ergonomic Bicycle
© Arthur James
On a rainy morning in the worst yearof my life, as icy eyelets shelled the street,I shared a tremor with a Dobermanleashed to a post. We two were all the worlduntil a bicyclist shot by, riding
Waly, Waly
© Anonymous
O Waly, waly, up the bank, O wary, waly, doun the brae,And waly, waly, yon burn-side, Where I and my love wer wont to gae!I lean'd my back unto an aik, I thocht it was a trustie tree,But first it bow'd and syne it brak',-- Sae my true love did lichtlie me
The Two Sisters
© Anonymous
There was twa sisters in a bowr, Edinburgh, EdinburghThere was twa sisters in a bowr, Stirling for ayThere was twa sisters in a bowr,There came a knight to be their wooer
The Twa Sisters o' Binnorie
© Anonymous
There were twa sisters sat in a bow'r; (Binnorie, O Binnorie!)A knight cam' there, a noble wooer, By the bonny mill-dams o' Binnorie.
The Old Man's Wish
© Anonymous
If I live to be old, for I find I go down,Let this be my fate: In a country townMay I have a warm house, with a stone at the gate,And a cleanly young girl to rub my bald pate
I Saw Three Ships
© Anonymous
I saw three ships come sailing in On Christmas day, on Christmas day;I saw three ships come sailing in On Christmas day in the morning.
Frankie and Johnnie
© Anonymous
Frankie and Johnnie were lovers,O, my Gawd, how they could love,They swore to be true to each other,As true as the stars above; He was her man, but he done her wrong.
For Christmas Day in the Morning
© Anonymous
The first Nowell the Angel did sayWas to three poor Shepherds in the fields as they lay;In fields where they lay keeping their sheepIn a cold winter's night that was so deep
Maker of Heaven and Earth
© Cecil Frances Alexander
All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small,All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all.
To the Sun-Dial
© Adams John Quincy
Under the Window of the Hall of the House ofRepresentatives of the United StatesThou silent herald of Time's silent flight! Say, could'st thou speak, what warning voice were thine? Shade, who canst only show how others shine!Dark, sullen witness of resplendent lightIn day's broad glare, and when the moontide bright Of laughing fortune sheds the ray divine, Thy ready favors cheer us--but declineThe clouds of morning and the gloom of night
David
© Earle Birney
IDavid and I that summer cut trails on the Survey,All week in the valley for wages, in air that was steepedIn the wail of mosquitoes, but over the sunalive weekendsWe climbed, to get from the ruck of the camp, the surly
Poker, the wrangling, the snoring under the fetidTents, and because we had joy in our lengthening coltishMuscles, and mountains for David were made to see over,Stairs from the valleys and steps to the sun's retreats
"When the firmament quivers with daylight's young beam"
© William Cullen Bryant
When the firmament quivers with daylight's young beam,
And the woodlands awaking burst into a hymn,
And the glow of the sky blazes back from the stream,
How the bright ones of heaven in the brightness grow dim.
The Burning Of The Leaves
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The last hollyhock's fallen tower is dust;
All the spices of June are a bitter reek,
All the extravagant riches spent and mean.
All burns! The reddest rose is a ghost;
Sparks whirl up, to expire in the mist: the wild
Fingers of fire are making corruption clean.
I Travelled among Unknown Men
© William Wordsworth
I travelled among unknown men,
In lands beyond the sea;
Nor, England! did I know till then
What love I bore to thee.
The Claim
© Edith Nesbit
OH! I admit I'm dull and poor,
And plain and gloomy, as you tell me;
And dozens flock around your door
Who in all points but one excel me.
