IN this enchanted hour 'twixt light and light Of sinking moon and widening morn, mine ear Gathers from quivering leaf, and river clear, Sounds sweetened by the touch of passing Night; While on a leafy platform, shut from sight, But to the heart, by hearing, doubly near, A songbird, throbbing with the opening year, Outsoars in joy his wing's supremest flight. New day, new birth, new hope, new power have given Wings to the soul to soar, and leave behind Life's inessentials. What majestic sky Is this where, unamazed, from some old heaven, I hear the Harp of Angus on the wind, And mark Cuchullin's Shade speed singing by? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY ON MR. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE by WILLIAM BASSE THE PILGRIM [SONG], FR. THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS by JOHN BUNYAN CINQUAIN: MOON-SHADOWS by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY TO THE SOUR READER by ROBERT HERRICK A CHRISTMAS CAROL (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ARE THE CHILDREN AT HOME? by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER |