SERENELY smiled The morning mild, With blushes all adorning The trees their verdant foliage spread, The flowers displayed their white & red, The infant fruit peeped from the spray, All nature seemed to laugh & play It was so fine a morning. But ere the sun His race had run The rising wind was storming, The sky with clouds was overcast, Fiercely blew the northern blast, And shrub and tree and fruit and flower, In wild confusion that dread hour, Lay scattered on the wasted plain, While stormy sleet, and hail, and rain, All nature seemed deforming. So smiles the rosy morn of youth, Beaming with innocence and truth, Adorned with hope and pleasure. But ere the race of life is run Bright hope's gay star, & pleasure's sun, With all the glittering prospects round Sink in ruin's gulf profound -- With sorrows beyond measure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STROLLER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS HOLY POEMS: 2 by GEORGE BARKER THE PRISONER (A FRAGMENT) by EMILY JANE BRONTE VANQUISHED; ON THE DEATH OF GENERAL GRANT by FRANCIS FISHER BROWNE THE HEATHEN PASS-EE by ARTHUR CLEMENT HILTON TO THE LADYBIRD by MOTHER GOOSE SONG: TO CELIA by PHILOSTRATUS THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 27. HEART'S COMPASS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |