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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MORNING WATCH, by JONES VERY Poem Explanation Poet's Biography
First Line: Tis near the morning watch, the dim lamp burns
Last Line: Till he the day's bright gates forever on them close!
First Line: Tis near the morning watch, the dim lamp burns
Last Line: Till he the day's bright gates forever on them close!
'Tis near the morning watch, the dim lamp burns
But scarcely shows how dark the slumbering street;
No sound of life the silent mart returns;
No friends from house to house their neighbors greet;
It is the sleep of death; a deeper sleep
Than e'er before on mortal eyelids fell;
No stars above the gloom their places keep;
No faithful watchmen of the morning tell;
Yet still they slumber on, though rising day
Hath through their windows poured the awakening light;
Or, turning in their sluggard trances, say --
"There yet are many hours to fill the night;"
They rise not yet; while on the bridegroom goes
'Till he the day's bright gates forever on them close!