Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FIRST HOUR OF MORNING, by ANN RADCLIFFE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: How sweet to wind the forest's tangled shade Last Line: Here spread her blush, and bid the parent live! Alternate Author Name(s): Ward, Ann Subject(s): Dawn; Morning; Nature; Sunrise | ||||||||
How sweet to wind the forest's tangled shade, When early twilight, from the eastern bound, Dawns on the sleeping landscape in the glade, And fades as morning spreads her blush around! When ev'ry infant flower, that wept in night, Lifts its chill head soft glowing with a tear, Expands its tender blossom to the light, And gives its incense to the genial air. How fresh the breeze that wafts the rich perfume, And swells the melody of waking birds; The hum of bees, beneath the verdant gloom, And woodman's song, and low of distant herds! Then, doubtful gleams the mountain's hoary head, Seen through the parting foliage from afar; And, farther still, the ocean's misty bed, With flitting sails, that partial sun-beams share. But, vain the sylvan shadethe breath of May, The voice of music floating on the gale, And forms, that beam through morning's dewy veil, If health no longer bid the heart be gay! O balmy hour! 'tis thine her wealth to give, Here spread her blush, and bid the parent live! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIS MORNING, GOD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR BURNING DAWN by HAYDEN CARRUTH DAWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN THE GARDEN AT THE DAWN HOUR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EARLY RISER by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE WORDS WHEN WE NEED THEM by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE A SECOND VIEW OF THE SEVEN MOUNTAINS by ANN RADCLIFFE ON A FIRST VIEW OF THE GROUP CALLED THE SEVEN MOUNTAINS by ANN RADCLIFFE |
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