There are some mornings will not let me sleep: Not dawns that drench the day in liquid gold, That dazzle eyes and hearts, as they unfold; Nor days that stain the east with Titian dyes When bird throats almost burst with joyous cries. Mornings like these mock my fragility; They are too vibrant with earth's tyranny. But dawns that blend with silver, delicate As misted veils across an open gate, Through which I almost see that crystal day When I may fully wake, and learn to weigh All truth with songs on lips -- though Earth be mute -- And eyes which flesh, no longer, may pollute. These are the dawns that will not let me sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOYHOOD FRIENDS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SECOND OPINION by STEPHEN CUSHMAN OH! SUSANNA! by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER BUONAPARTE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SHIRK OR WORK? by GRACE BORDELON AGATE |