ALL night I watched awake for morning, At last the East grew all a-flame, The birds for welcome sang, or warning, And with their singing morning came. Along the gold-green heavens drifted Pale wandering souls that shun the light, Whose cloudy pinions torn and rifted, Had beat the bars of Heaven all night. These clustered round the moon, but higher A troop of shining spirits went, Who were not made of wind or fire, But some divine dream-element. Some held the Light, while those remaining Shook out their harvest-coloured wings A faint unusual music raining (Whose sound was Light) on earthly things. They sang, and as a mighty river Their voices washed the night away, From East to West ran one white shiver, And waxen strong their song was Day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE INGENUES by PAUL VERLAINE ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ANY WIFE TO ANY HUSBAND by ROBERT BROWNING IN AN EMPTY HOUSE by IVAN ALEKSEYEVITCH (ALEXEYVICH) BUNIN THE COLLIER LADDIE by ROBERT BURNS AS SEEN FROM MY WINDOWS by ELLIE WILCOX BURT CELIA BLEEDING, TO THE SURGEON by THOMAS CAREW |