MORNING is flashing from a glorious sun On the broad shoulders of the giant fells That outreach arms across the narrow dells And form a silent brotherhood of one Listening their skylark laureate! New begun He up the heavens in ever-rising swells Carries their thanksgiving in song that wells From his small breast as if ' twould ne'er be done. What life his music gives them! They are free In the wild freedom of his daring wing; And in the cataract of his song, the sea Of poetry that fills all heaven, they sing; He is their poet- prophet in his glee, And in his work and worth their priest and king! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JOBHOLDER by DAVID IGNATOW THE RING AND THE CASTLE by AMY LOWELL MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NIGHT AND DAY: 4 by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE UNDERGRADUATE KILLED IN BATTLE; OXFORD, 1915 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |