Morning! Wake up! Awaken! All the boughs Are rippling on the air across the green. The youngest birds are singing to the house. Blood of the world!—and is the country clean? Disturb the precinct. Cool it with a shout. Sing as you trundle down to light the fire. Turn the encumbering shadows tumbling out, And fill the chambers with a new desire. Life is no good, unless the morning brings White happiness and quick delight of day. These half-inanimate domestic things Must all be useful, or must go away. Coffee, be fragrant. Porridge in my plate, Increase the vigour to fulfil my fate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEN KARSHOOK'S WISDOM by ROBERT BROWNING THE CLIFF SWALLOWS by DEBRA NYSTROM POEM, READ THE SOLDIERS' WELCOME, FRANKLIN, NEW YORK, AUG. 5, 1865 by B. H. BARNES A BALLADE OF COLLEGE GIRLS by F. R. BATCHELDER THE PILGRIM SHIP by KATHARINE LEE BATES |