Morning! Wake up! Awaken! All the boughs Are rippling on the air across the green. The youngest birds are singing to the house. Blood of the world!—and is the country clean? Disturb the precinct. Cool it with a shout. Sing as you trundle down to light the fire. Turn the encumbering shadows tumbling out, And fill the chambers with a new desire. Life is no good, unless the morning brings White happiness and quick delight of day. These half-inanimate domestic things Must all be useful, or must go away. Coffee, be fragrant. Porridge in my plate, Increase the vigour to fulfil my fate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILDERNESS TRANSFORMED by PHILIP DODDRIDGE BETSY'S BATTLE FLAG by MINNA IRVING IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 27 by ALFRED TENNYSON TO ALFRED TENNYSON, MY GRANDSON by ALFRED TENNYSON DEATH'S VALLEY by WALT WHITMAN WHEN by SARAH CHAUNCEY WOOLSEY QUATRAIN: OMAR KHAYYAM (AFTER FITZGERALD) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |