O HOW beautiful is Morning! How the sunbeams strike the daisies, And the kingcups fill the meadow Like a golden-shielded army Marching to the uplands fair; -- I am going forth to battle, And life's uplands rise before me, And my golden shield is ready, And I pause a moment, timing My heart's paean to the waters, As with cheerful song incessant Onwards runs the little stream; Singing ever, onward ever, Boldly runs the merry stream. O how glorious is Noon-day! With the cool large shadows lying Underneath the giant forest, The far hill-tops towering dimly O'er the conquered plains below; -- I am conquering -- I shall conquer In life's battle-field impetuous: And I lie and listen dreamy To a double-voiced, low music, -- Tender beech-trees sheeny shiver Mingled with the diapason Of the strong, deep, joyful stream, Like a man's love and a woman's; So it runs -- the happy stream! O how grandly cometh Even, Sitting on the mountain summit, Purple-vestured, grave, and silent, Watching o'er the dewy valleys, Like a good king near his end: -- I have labored, I have governed; Now I feel the gathering shadows Of the night that closes all things: And the fair earth fades before me, And the stars leap out in heaven, While into the infinite darkness Solemn runs the steadfast stream -- Onward, onward, ceaseless, fearless, Singing runs the eternal stream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INDIAN SUMMER by SARA TEASDALE THE NETHERLANDS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE CROSS TRIUMPHANT by HARRY HOWE BOGERT VERBATIM FROM BOILEAU by NICOLAS BOILEAU-DESPREAUX TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. IN THE CHAMBER OF BIRTH by EDWARD CARPENTER |