The God of day rolls his car up the slopes, Reining his prancing steeds with steady hand, The moon's pale orb through western shadows gropes, While morning sheds its light o'er sea and land. Castles and cities by the sounding main Resound with all the busy din of life, The fisherman unfurls his sails again And the recruited warrior bides the strife. The early breeze ruffles the poplar leaves, The curling waves reflect the washed light, The slumbering sea with the day's impulse heaves, While o'er the western hills retires the drowsy night. The sea birds dip their bills in ocean's foam, Far circling out over the frothy waves -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 6. RUINS OF PAESTUM by SARA TEASDALE THE CALM [CALME] by JOHN DONNE THE LOVER'S MESSAGE; SONG by JOHN DRYDEN ON A FLOWER FROM THE FIELD OF GRUTLI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS SHERMAN'S IN SAVANNAH [DECEMBER 22, 1864] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES MINNIE AND WINNIE by ALFRED TENNYSON |