The God of day rolls his car up the slopes, Reining his prancing steeds with steady hand, The moon's pale orb through western shadows gropes, While morning sheds its light o'er sea and land. Castles and cities by the sounding main Resound with all the busy din of life, The fisherman unfurls his sails again And the recruited warrior bides the strife. The early breeze ruffles the poplar leaves, The curling waves reflect the washed light, The slumbering sea with the day's impulse heaves, While o'er the western hills retires the drowsy night. The sea birds dip their bills in ocean's foam, Far circling out over the frothy waves -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LEGEND OF BREGENZ by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 10. THE DEATH OF HUSKISSON by T. BAKER SONNETS OF MANHOOD: SONNET 24. BALCOMBE FOREST by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) UNPERFECTED by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON POTTERY MAKER by MARGARET MARCHAND BROWN THE FOREIGNERS: 2 by CARLOS BULOSAN |