Vapor rises in the morning From a fog-bound lake or stream, As a caldron ever seething Sends out clouds of icy steam. To the sky these clouds sail upward, Melting in the morning sun, Vanishing ere they reach Heaven And their fateful work is done. Vapor rises in the morning In a foggy chilly mist, But it leaves us at the dawning, When it has been once sun-kissed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LEAVES OF THE TREE HIDE THE SUN by DAVID IGNATOW TO THE ROCK THAT WILL BE A CORNERSTONE OF THE HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS SURFACES AND MASKS; 30 by CLARENCE MAJOR WINTER SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: THE VERDICT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE STORY OF THE ASHES AND THE FLAME by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |