Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, I OPEN MY WINDOWS TO THE MORN, by LOUISE LOFLIN REILEY


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I OPEN MY WINDOWS TO THE MORN, by                    
First Line: I open my windows to the morn
Last Line: And stand there, face to face, with god.
Subject(s): Morning


I open my windows to the morn;
The day, new-born, God gives to me
Unlived, and fraught with mystery.

There come soft rushings as of wings,
The fragrant breath of lovely things,
As though the angels of the night
Were passing in their homeward flight.

And trailing bridal veil of mist,
Morn shyly moves to keep love's tryst,
A wreath of star flow'rs in her hair,
And jewels of dew the night left there.

With winged steeds her lover bold
Rides in a coach of rose and gold,
And bending to receive her kiss
Wraps round her robes of amethyst.

He rides in flame of fire-lit hearth,
And morn rides with him; while the earth,
Pulsating with the joy of birth,
Wings song across the hills and leas
And flings winds sighing through the trees
To play her lovely symphonies.

I gaze on my beloved; sleep
Ascending from her soul doth creep
Midst clouds translucent on his way
Till night shall dusk another day.
Her eyes, bemused with dreams, unclose;
Her cheeks, like petals of a rose,
Are dimpled with bewitchery
Where lips, half parted, smile at me.

Against a sky of marigolds
A cloak of purple cloud enfolds
The laughing light of my new day.
And then, like fairies at their play,
There comes a mist of silver rain
Aglow like some cathedral pane.

And there is borne upon my ear
A choir boy's chanting, sweet and clear --
The thrush is singing to the morn
That gave to us our day, newborn,
And ev'ry little living thing
Makes vibrant stir amidst the sod.
I open the windows of my soul
And stand there, face to face, with God.





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