The rising sun had crowned the hills, And added beauty to the plain; O grand and wondrous spectacle! That only nature could explain. I stood within a leafy grove, And gazed around in blissful awe; The sky appeared one mass of blue, That seemed to spread from sea to shore. Far as the human eye could see, Were stretched the fields of waving corn. Soft on my ear the warbling birds Were herding the birth of morn. While here and there a cottage quaint Seemed to repose in quiet ease Amid the trees, whose leaflets waved And fluttered in the passing breeze. O morning hour! so dear thy joy, And how I longed for thee to last; But e'en thy fading into day Brought me an echo of the past. "Twas this, -- how fair my life began; How pleasant was its hour of dawn; But, merging into sorrow's day, Then beauty faded with the morn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG OF A YOUNG LADY TO HER ANCIENT LOVER by JOHN WILMOT TO A DISTANT FRIEND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SHELLEY'S DEATH by ALFRED AUSTIN ODE TO REMORSE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: SONNET 24. BALCOMBE FOREST by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE COMPLAINT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |