With Morning's sun ascending Suffusing light and blending, 'Tis glorious Night's ending That marks the dawn of Day; With glory still ascendent, Magnificent, resplendent, Diffusing light transcendent It passes on its way. Beneath its light revealing Vistas with shadows stealing, And forest shades concealing Where wild things seek and play; Where birds are sweetly singing On branches swaying, clinging, And on through spaces winging From tree to tree their way; Where humming birds are humming, And woodpeckers are drumming; Where partridges are thrumming Through reaches far and near; Where fishes pausing, starting, Alertly flashing, darting Through limpid waters parting, Leaping into the clear. O'er lightning blinding, flashing With thunder rolling, crashing, And raindrops falling, splashing From clouds that dim its light; At evening declining, On sea and land still shining, And clouds with glory lining As Day yields to the Night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER GARDEN THEATRE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TWO RIVERS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON MEDITATIONS IN GREAT BEALINGS CHURCH-YARD by BERNARD BARTON NO-MORE-FEAR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PRELUDE TO FAITH by MARJORIE MERRILL BLISS ANOTHER JOURNEY FROM BETHUNE TO CUINCHY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN GERTRUDE OF WYOMING; OR, THE PENNSYLVANIAN COTTAGE: 3 by THOMAS CAMPBELL |