I looked out into the morning, I looked out into the west: The soft blue eye of the quiet sky Still drooped in dreamy rest; The trees were still like clouds there, The clouds like mountains dim; The broad mist lay, a silver bay Whose tide was at the brim. I looked out into the morning, I looked out into the east: The flood of light upon the night Had silently increased; The sky was pale with fervour, The distant trees were grey, The hill-lines drawn like waves of dawn Dissolving in the day. I looked out into the morning; Looked east, looked west, with glee: O richest day of happy May, My love will spend with me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APRIL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS WIND AND WINDOW FLOWER by ROBERT FROST JUST & UNJUST by CHARLES SYNGE CHRISTOPHER BOWEN THE PHILOSOPHER by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM by THOMAS MOORE FESTE'S SONG (1), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |