AT morn when light mine eyes unsealed I gazed upon the open field; The rain had fallen in the night -- The landscape in the new day's light A countenance of grace revealed Upon the meadow, wood and height. The sun's light was a smile of gold, Ere shut by sudden fold on fold Of surging, showering clouds from view; No sooner hid than it broke through A tearful smile upon the wold Where earth reflected heaven's blue. Each separate divided part Of day, was as the threefold art Of God, who dreamed three dreams and made The morning, noon, and night parade In ever changing guise athwart The day's hours, in His dreams arrayed. The sky was as a canvas spun To paint the new spring's nocturnes on; A blended melody of tints -- The sea's hue, and the myriad hints Of garden-closes, when the sun Hath stamped the work of nature's mints. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN THE COWS COME HOME by AGNES E. MITCHELL THE SONG OF THE MOUTH-ORGAN by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE DEDICATION OF THE DESIGNS TO BLAIR'S GRAVE: TO THE QUEEN by WILLIAM BLAKE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 25 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE RETORT DISCOURTEOUS by BERTON BRALEY ROSES IN THE SUBWAY by DANA BURNET |