What was thy dream, sweet Morning? for, behold, Thine eyes are heavy with the balm of night, And, as reluctant lilies to the light, The languid lids of lethargy unfold. Was it the tale of yesterday retold -- An echo wakened from the western height, Where the warm glow of sunset dalliance bright Grew, with the pulse of waning passion, cold? Or was it some heraldic vision grand Of legends that forgotten ages keep In twilight, where the sundering shoals of day Vex the dim sails, unpiloted, of sleep, Till one by one the freighting fancies gay, Like bubbles, vanish on the treacherous strand? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO BEAUTY by RALPH WALDO EMERSON LESSER EPISTLES: TO BERNARD LINTOTT by JOHN GAY TO A SQUIRREL AT KYLE-NA-NO by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS IN UTRUMQUE PARATUS by MATTHEW ARNOLD ADVICE TO A BLUE-BIRD by MAXWELL BODENHEIM |