Darting his rays the sun now glorious rides, And from his path fell darkness quick divides; Vapour dissolves and shrinks at his approach, It dares not on his blazing path encroach; Down droops the flow'ret, -- and his burning ray Scorches the workmen o'er the new-mown hay. Oh! lamp of Heav'n, pursue thy glorious course, Nor till gray twilight, aught abate thy force. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THURSDAY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS RIDDLE: MAN, STOOL, DOG by MOTHER GOOSE PETER STUYVESANT'S NEW YEAR'S CALL, 1 JAN. 1661 by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THE TRANCE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE FULL-CIRCLE by MAXWELL ANDERSON |