DELICIOUS morning! how thy gentle beams Glide through the veil of blue, which the mild air Spreads out o'er all the isle. The silver waves Spring to thy soft caress, whilst on the shore, As the blithe reapers bring the produce down, Rich Ceres heaps her light-bound yellow sheaves. Soft press the zephyrs on the huddled ears, Whilst smiling infant gleaners prattle on And gather strength in gathering future bread. The skylark mounts, and fills the air aloft With all the music that melodious nature For its clear pipe composed. The seaman's note, Gliding o'er watery plains, its bass immingles, And the pleased listener owns the concert sweet! Beneath my roving eye blithe Ramsgate spreads Her haunts alluring. There, awakening beauties Ponder the victims of the last night's ball, And smile at thought of recollected wounds They gave insidious midst the lively dance: Or future wily stratagems prepare, Arrange the robe, th' attractive feather place In newer point of view. -- Ah! little think Incautious gazers that the floating down, That waves so graceful o'er Sabrina's brow, Heads a keen arrow levelled at the heart! I turn from scenes domestic, feast my thought Again upon the view the placid ocean In beauteous breadth expands around the dome. Ah! 'tis all rapture! Whether glides the eye O'er smooth acclivities with harvest swelling, Or rests upon the white receding sails, Which on th' horizon's utmost verge appear But flitting butterflies escaped from shore, Where'er my view doth glance, my mind is filled With all the sweet sensations of the Muse: All, all around is bliss -- the bliss of Taste! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO W.P.: 4 by GEORGE SANTAYANA THOUGHTS ON THE COMMANDMENTS by GEORGE AUGUSTUS BAKER JR. THE IRISH PEASANT TO HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS MOORE AFTER DEATH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE GRAPE-VINE SWING by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS THE LUTE OBEYS by THOMAS WYATT TO A SQUIRREL AT KYLE-NA-NO by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |