As on my bed at dawn I mused and prayed, I saw my lattice prankt upon the wall, The flaunting leaves and flitting birds withal -- A sunny phantom interlaced with shade; "Thanks be to Heaven," in happy mood I said, "What sweeter aid my matins could befall Than this fair glory from the east hath made? What holy sleights hath God, the Lord befall, To bid us feel and see! We are not free To say we see not, for the glory comes Nightly and daily, like the flowing sea; His lustre pierces through the midnight glooms, And at prime hours, behold! he follows me With golden shadows to my secret rooms." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ULTIMA THULE: THE TIDE RISES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW BEAUTIFUL MEALS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE TO THE RIVER by EDGAR ALLAN POE SONNETS FOR PICTURES: A VENETIAN PASTORAL (BY GIOGIONE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE EPITAPH IN FORM OF A BALLAD by FRANCOIS VILLON TO MY FRIEND MR. THOMAS FLATMAN, ON THE PUBLISHING OF THESE HIS POEMS by FRANCIS BARNARD (D. 1698) JAY A-PASS'D by WILLIAM BARNES |