HE is the morning's poet -- The bard of mount and moor, The minstrel fine of dewy shine, The dawning's troubadour: The brother of the bluebird, 'Mid blossoms, throng on throng, Whose singing calls, o'er orchard walls, Seem glitterings of song. He meets, with brow uncovered, The sunrise through the mist, With raptured eyes that range the skies And seas of amethyst: The brambled rose clings to him; The breezy wood receives Him as the guest she loves the best And laughs through all her leaves: Pan and his nymphs and dryads They hear, in breathless pause, This earth-born wight lilt his delight, And envy him because . . . He is the morning's poet -- The bard of mount and moor, The minstrel fine of dewy shine, The dawning's troubadour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE SHADE OF PO CHU-I by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS I COME SINGING by JOSEPH AUSLANDER PSALM 113 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE BURDEN OF A SIGH by LEVI BISHOP THE DAWNING O' THE YEAR by MARY (MAY) ELIZABETH (MCGRATH) BLAKE |