The morning breaks; the golden light disperses dimming stars Reluctant yet to go, I rise to greet the glorious sight, the vari-tinted bars From Dawn's resplendent glow, And ere I comprehend the scene, the splendors of the morn Now speeding on its wings, I hear the voice of Morning's queen along the soft winds borne; My Lady sweetly sings. The flight-song of the fleet-winged bird, the purple martin's lay, Though sweet, is naught beside The melody and strains I've heard, my Lady's hymn to Day, 'Tis music glorified, A miracle of sound that fills my soul with raptured bliss, And echoes in my heart, Each note entrances me, and thrills, I waft to her a kiss; My tribute to her art. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE INVESTITURE by CECIL DAY LEWIS NEW YEAR'S EVE by DAVID IGNATOW JULY IN GEORGY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE MIDDLETON PLACE by AMY LOWELL THE MAN WITH THE WOODEN LEG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM |