Through the moil and the gloom they have issued To the steps of the upwinding hill, Where the sweet, dulcet pipes of tomorrow In their preluding rhapsodies trill. With a thud comes a stir in the bosom, As there steals on the sight from afar, Through a break of a cloud's coiling shadow The gleam of a bright morning star! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEFT-HANDED POEM by JAMES GALVIN GLAMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WAITING IN THE CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL by CLARENCE MAJOR MANHATTAN, 1609 by EDWIN MARKHAM THE CHINESE LAUNDRYMAN by KAREN SWENSON |