GOOD morning, Life -- and all Things glad and beautiful. My pockets nothing hold, But he that owns the gold, The Sun, is my great friend -- His spending has no end. Hail to the morning sky, Which bright clouds measure high; Hail to you birds whose throats Would number leaves by notes; Hail to you shady bowers, And you green fields of flowers. Hail to you women fair, That make a show so rare In cloth as white as milk -- Be't calico or silk: Good morning, Life -- and all Things glad and beautiful. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON DONNE'S POETRY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ON THE DEATH OF DR. ROBERT LEVET, A PRACTISER IN PHYSIC by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) SONG OF THE BROAD-AXE by WALT WHITMAN A RECEIPT FOR WRITING A NOVEL by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK |