FAIR is the rising morn, when o'er the sky The orient sun expands his roseate ray, And lovely to the bard's enthusiast eye Fades the meek radiance of departing day; But fairer is the smile of one we love, Than all the scenes in nature's ample sway, And sweeter than the music of the grove, The voice that bids us welcome. Such delight, Edith! is mine; escaping to thy sight From the hard durance of the empty throng. Too swiftly then towards the silent night, Ye hours of happiness! ye speed along; Whilst I, from all the world's cold cares apart, Pour out the feelings of my burthened heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EARTH'S IMMORTALITIES: FAME by ROBERT BROWNING THE CORNELIAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON GASCOIGNE'S GOOD MORROW by GEORGE GASCOIGNE THE FOURTH OF JULY by JOHN PIERPONT POLWART ON THE GREEN by ALLAN RAMSAY LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 5. THE LOCH by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM BODY AND SOUL by AWHAD AD-DIN 'ALI IBN VAHID MUHAMMAD KHAVARANI |