Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SILVER HOURS, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES Poet Analysis First Line: Come, lovely morning, rich in frost Last Line: The heavens all dance in light! Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H. Subject(s): Morning | ||||||||
Come, lovely Morning, rich in frost On iron, wood and glass; Show all your pains to silver-gild Each little blade of grass. Come, rich and lovely Winter's Eve, That seldom handles gold; And spread your silver sunsets out, In glittering fold on fold. Come, after sunset; come, Oh come You clear and frosty Night: Dig up your fields of diamonds, till The heavens all dance in light! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MORNING SONG by KARLE WILSON BAKER THE WHARF ON THAMES-SIDE: WINTER DAWN by LAURENCE BINYON POEM BEFORE BREAKFAST by TED KOOSER I'VE BEEN ASLEEP by PHILIP LEVINE SPRNG DAY: BREAKFAST TABLE by AMY LOWELL THE WAYSIDE STATION by EDWIN MUIR A BIRD'S ANGER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |
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