Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MORNING, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER Poet's Biography First Line: It is the fairest sight in nature's realms Last Line: He sinks into his nest, those clover tufts among. Subject(s): Morning; Nature | ||||||||
It is the fairest sight in Nature's realms, To see on summer morning, dewy-sweet, That very type of freshness, the green wheat, Surging thro' shadows of the hedgerow elms; How the eye revels in the many shapes And colours which the risen day restores! How the wind blows the poppy's scarlet capes About his urn! and how the lark upsoars! Not like the timid corn-craik scudding fast From his own voice, he with him takes his song Heavenward, then, striking sideways, shoots along, Happy as sailor boy that, from the mast, Runs out upon the yard-arm, till at last He sinks into his nest, those clover tufts among. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTERRUPTED MEDITATION by ROBERT HASS TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN LET US GATHER IN A FLOURISHING WAY by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA IN MICHAEL ROBINS?ÇÖS CLASS MINUS ONE by HICOK. BOB BREADTH. CIRCLE. DESERT. MONARCH. MONTH. WISDOM by JOHN HOLLANDER VARIATIONS: 16 by CONRAD AIKEN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER |
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