NOW rosy morning clad in light, Dispels the darkling clouds of night, The sun in gold and purple drest, Illumines all adown the east; The sky-lark flies on soaring wings, And as he mounts to heaven, thus sings: "Arise, ye slothful mortals, rise! See me ascending to the skies: Ye never taste the joys of dawn, Ye never roam the dewy lawn, Ye see not Phoebus rising now, Tinging with gold the mountain's brow; Ye ne'er remark the smiling land, Nor see the early flowers expand. Then rise ye slothful mortal, rise, See, I am mounting to the skies." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE COWARD by RUDYARD KIPLING THE QUESTION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY SNOWBOUND by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER DANS LA BOHEME by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MASSACRE OF THE MACPHERSON by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |