Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SABBATH MORNING, by JOHN LEYDEN Poet's Biography First Line: With silent awe I hail the sacred morn Last Line: So smiled that day when the first morn arose! Subject(s): Sabbath; Worship; Sunday | ||||||||
WITH silent awe I hail the sacred morn, That slowly wakes while all the fields are still! Soothing calm on every breeze is borne; A graver murmur gurgles from the rill; And echo answers softer from the hill; And sweeter sings the linnet from the thorn: The skylark warbles in a tone less shrill. Hail, light serene! hail, sacred Sabbath morn! The rooks float silent by in airy drove; The sun a placid yellow lustre throws; The gales that lately sighed along the grove Have hushed their downy wings in dead repose The hovering rack of clouds forgets to move, -- So smiled that day when the first morn arose! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAT GAL O' MINE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SUNDAY: NEW GUINEA by KARL SHAPIRO SABBATHS: 2001 by WENDELL BERRY SUNDAYSUNDAYSUNDAYSUNDAYSUNDAY by PAUL BLACKBURN THE SABBATH OF THE SOUL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |
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