Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, POETRY, by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY


Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

POETRY, by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: Morn on her rosy couch awoke
Last Line: "for 'tis a holy thing."
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets


MORN on her rosy couch awoke,
Enchantment led the hour,
And mirth and music drank the dews
That freshen Beauty's flower.
Then from her bower of deep delight,
I heard a young girl sing,
"Oh, speak no ill of poetry,
For 'tis a holy thing."

The Sun in noon-day heat rose high,
And on with heaving breast,
I saw a weary pilgrim toil,
Unpitied and unblest;
Yet still in trembling measures flow'd
Forth from a broken string,
"Oh, speak no ill of poetry,
For 'tis a holy thing."

'Twas night, and Death the curtains drew,
'Mid agony severe,
While there a willing spirit went
Home to a glorious sphere;
Yet still it sigh'd, even when was spread
The waiting Angel's wing,
"Oh, speak no ill of poetry,
For 'tis a holy thing."





Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!


Other Poems of Interest...
Home: PoetryExplorer.net