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The Morning-Glory We wreathed about our darling’s head The morning-glory bright; Her little face looked out beneath, So full of life and light, So lit as with a sunrise, That we could only say, “She is the morning-glory true, And her poor types are... Poet: Maria White Lowell	May Morning Warm, wild, rainy wind, blowing fitfully, Stirring dreamy breakers on the slumberous May sea, What shall fail to answer thee? What thing shall withstand The spell of thine enchantment, flowing over sea and land? All along the swamp-edge in the rain I go;... Poet: Celia Thaxter	Joy of the Morning I hear you, little bird, Shouting a-swing above the broken wall. Shout louder yet: no song can tell it all. Sing to my soul in the deep, still wood: ’T is wonderful beyond the wildest word: I ’d tell it, too, if I could. Oft when the white still... Poet: Edwin Markham	Thefts of the Morning Bind us the Morning, mother of the stars And of the winds that usher in the day! Ere her light fingers slide the eastern bars, A netted snare before her footsteps lay; Ere the pale roses of the mist be strown, Bind us the Morning, and restore our own!... Poet: Edith Matilda Thomas
Morning Will there really be a morning? Is there such a thing as day? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they? Has it feet like water lilies? Has it feathers like a bird? Is it brought from famous countries Of which I ’ve never... Poet: Emily Dickinson	Morning Not least, ’t is ever my delight To drink the early morning light; To take the air upon my tongue And taste it while the day is young. So let my solace be the breath Of morning, when I move to death. Poet: Philip Henry Savage	Morning in Camp A Bed of ashes and a half-burned brand Now mark the spot where last night’s campfire sprung And licked the dark with slender, scarlet tongue; The sea draws back from shores of yellow sand, Nor speaks lest he awake the sleeping land. Tall trees grow out of... Poet: Herbert Bashford	Morning Fancy O Let me die a-singing! O let me drown in light! Another day is winging Out from the nest of night. The morning-glory’s velvet eye Brims with a jewelled bead. To-day my soul’s a dragon-fly, The world a swaying reed. Poet: Mary McNeil Fenollosa
Good Night and Good Morning A Fair little girl sat under a tree Sewing as long as her eyes could see; Then smoothed her work and folded it right, And said, “Dear work, good night, good night!” Such a number of rooks came over her head, Crying, “Caw, caw!” on their way to bed,... Poet: Richard Monckton Milnes, Lord Houghton	“Full many a glorious morning” Sonnet Xxxiii. full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride, With ugly rack on... Poet: William Shakespeare