Swept, clean, and still, across the polished floor From some unshuttered casement, hid from sight, The level sunshine slants, its greater light Quenching the little lamp which pallid, poor, Flickering, unreplenished, at the door Has striven against darkness the long night. Dawn fills the room, and penetrating, bright, The silent sunbeams through the window pour. And she lies sleeping, ignorant of Fate, Enmeshed in listless dreams, her soul not yet Ripened to bear the purport of this day. The morning breeze scarce stirs the coverlet, A shadow falls across the sunlight; wait! A lark is singing as he flies away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALMOND BLOSSOM by EDWIN ARNOLD PSALM 24 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE DRESS YOUR SOUL by JULIUS C BRUTTO STANZAS TO JESSY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE MENDICANTS by BLISS CARMAN THE CANTERBURY TALES: PROLOGUE OF THE NUN'S PRIEST'S TALE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |