Morning poems
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Sea Pictures
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
I.
Morning
THE morning sun has pierced the mist,
And beach and cliff and ocean kissed.
Calgary Station
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
DAZZLED by sun and drugged by space they wait,
These homeless peoples, at our prairie gate;
Dumb with the awe of those whom fate has hurled,
Breathless, upon the threshold of a world!
From House To House
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
The first was like a dream through summer heat,
The second like a tedious numbing swoon,
While the half-frozen pulses lagged to beat
Beneath a winter moon.
The Last Song of Sappho
© Giacomo Leopardi
Thou tranquil night, and thou, O gentle ray
Of the declining moon; and thou, that o'er
A Life's Story
© Edith Nesbit
THE morning broke in a pearly haze,
Then the east grew duskly red:
'Oh, my only day, oh, my day of days,
To-day he will come,' I said.
A Fallen Beech
© Madison Julius Cawein
Nevermore at doorways that are barken
Shall the madcap wind knock and the noonlight;
Nor the circle, which thou once didst darken,
Shine with footsteps of the neighboring moonlight,
Visitors for whom thou oft didst hearken.
Florio : A Tale, For Fine Gentleman And Fine Ladies. In Two Parts
© Hannah More
PART I.
Florio, a youth of gay renown,
Salute To The Trees
© Henry Van Dyke
Many a tree is found in the wood
And every tree for its use is good:
The Song Of Theodolinda
© George Meredith
Mark the skeleton of fire
Lightening from its thunder-roof:
So comes this that saw expire
Him we love, for our behoof!
Red of heat, O white of heat,
This from off the Cross we greet.
Miss Edith's Modest Request
© Francis Bret Harte
But Papa said if I was good I could ask you--alone by myself--
If you wouldn't write me a book like that little one up on the shelf.
I don't mean the pictures, of course, for to make THEM you've got to
be smart
But the reading that runs all around them, you know,--just the
easiest part.
Reconciliation
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
LAND of the North! I waft to thee
The South's warm benedicite!
Thou camest when all was grief and pain,
The feverish blood, the tortured brain,
When through hot veins delirium ran,
Thou cam'st, the true Samaritan!
I Dreamt Of Robin
© John Clare
I opened the casement this morn at starlight,
And, the moment I got out of bed,
Comradery
© Madison Julius Cawein
With eyes hand-arched he looks into
The morning's face; then turns away
With truant feet, all wet with dew,
Out for a holiday.
The Kitten And Falling Leaves
© William Wordsworth
That way look, my Infant, lo!
What a pretty baby-show!
See the kitten on the wall,
Walter And Jane: Or, The Poor Blacksmith
© Robert Bloomfield
'We brav'd Life's storm together; while that Drone,
'Your poor old Uncle, WALTER, liv'd alone.
'He died the other day: when round his bed
'No tender soothing tear Affection shed--
'Affection! 'twas a plant he never knew;--
'Why should he feast on fruits he never grew?'
An Autumn Mood
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Pile the pyre, light the fire-there is fuel enough and to spare;
You have fire enough and to spare with your madness and gladness;
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 02:
© Conrad Aiken
More towers must yet be builtmore towers destroyed
Great rocks hoisted in air;
An Hymne of Heavenly Love
© Edmund Spenser
Love, lift me up upon thy golden wings
From this base world unto thy heavens hight,
Where I may see those admirable things
Which there thou workest by thy soveraine might,
