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 FLY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE MOTLEY: MUSIC by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: CONVOY ESCORT by RUDYARD KIPLING CATHOLIC HYMN by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: JENNY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A MAY NIGHT by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |