Up comes the sun with merry light And puts the dark to rout; It makes a very pleasant sight For me to write about. The river flowing to the sea Slips cheerily along; It's quite the proper thing for me To celebrate in song. The mountains rise on either hand Majestical to view, And I shall find them very grand To write a sonnet to. The ocean stretches far and wide, It fills a mighty cup; Some day I surely shall decide To write the ocean up. The city, with its rapid stream Of mortals gay or wan, Will make a very jolly theme To write an ode upon. So many pretty things I see Within the horizon's hem, And all are waiting anxiously For me to write of them. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INSOMNIA by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS THE ADORATION OF DISK BY KING AKHNATEN AND PRINCESS NEFER NEFERIU ATEN by AKHENATEN OH, LOVE THOU TOO! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 31. A QUESTION by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE CROSS TRIUMPHANT by HARRY HOWE BOGERT |