UP with the sun, the breeze arose Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wide Through all the voiceful countryside. Through all the land her tale she tells; She spins, she tosses, she compels The kites, the clouds, the windmill sails, And all the trees in all the dales. God calls us, and the day prepares With nimble, gay, and gracious airs: And from Penzance to Maidenhead The roads last night, He watered. God calls us from inglorious ease, Forth and to travel with the breeze While, swift and singing, smooth and strong. She gallops by the fields along. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MORAL ESSAYS: EPISTLE 2. TO A LADY: OF THE CHARACTERS OF WOMEN by ALEXANDER POPE BALLAD OF THE GOODLY FERE by EZRA POUND SONNET: 36 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 24 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE SUNDEW by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE TO THE ROSE UPON THE ROOD OF TIME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 16. VENUS INCARNATE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TO HIS LATE MAJESTY, CONCERNING..TRUE FORM OF ENGLISH POETRY by JOHN BEAUMONT |