The mighty surge of dawn disports A power all can feel; Carmine and grey festoon her courts The sun, a copper wheel! From out my hilltop rendezvous I view the fields refreshed Emerging from their jeweled dew In gossamer enmeshed. The beauty snared is my domain Though not owner-in-fee; The lazy river, rolling plain Are his with eyes to see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLOOD OF YEARS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT MAPLE AND SUMACH by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE WIND (2) by EMILY DICKINSON THE VANISHING BOAT by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE PATIENCE by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE |