1. morning

  • 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;
    All about my head thou the loosened locks dost blow;
    Like the German goose-girl in the...

    Celia Laighton Thaxter

  • Song on May Morning

    Now the bright morning star, day’s harbinger,
    Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her
    The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
    The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
    Hail, bounteous May! that doth inspire
    Mirth and youth and warm desire;
    Woods and groves are of thy dressing,
    Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
    ...

    John Milton

  • Morning in May

    From “The Canterbury Pilgrims: The Knightes Tale”

      THE BUSY 1 larke, messager of daye,
    Salueth in hire song the morwe graye;
    And fyry Phebus ryseth up so brighte,
    That al the orient laugheth of the lighte,
    And with his stremes dryeth in the greves 2
    The silver dropes, hongyng on the leeves.
    And Arcite, that is in the court ryal
    ...

    Geoffrey Chaucer

  • Winter Morning

    From “The Winter Morning Walk:” “The Task,” Bk. V.

    ’T IS the morning, and the sun with ruddy orb
    Ascending fires the horizon; while the clouds,
    That crowd away before the driving wind,
    More ardent as the disc emerges more,
    Resembles most some city in a blaze,
    Seen through the leafless wood. His slanting ray
    Slides ineffectual down the...

    William Cowper

  • Morning Meditations

    Let Taylor preach, upon a morning breezy,
    How well to rise while nights and larks are flying—
    For my part, getting up seems not so easy
                By half as lying.

    What if the lark does carol in the sky,
    Soaring beyond the sight to find him out,—
    Wherefore am I to rise at such a fly?
                I ’m not a trout.

    Talk not to...

    Thomas Hood

  • Angels, in the early morning

    Angels in the early morning

    May be seen the dews among,

    Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying :

    Do the buds to them belong ?


    Angels when the sun is hottest

    May be seen the sands among,

    Stooping, plucking, sighing, flying...

  • Good Morning — Midnight —

    Good Morning — Midnight —

    I'm coming Home —

    Day — got tired of Me —

    How could I — of Him?


    Sunshine was a sweet place —

    I liked to stay —

    But Morn — didn't want me — now —

    So — Goodnight — Day!


    I can look — can't I —

    When the East is Red?

    The...

  • He is alive, this morning —

    He is alive, this morning —

    He is alive — and awake —

    Birds are resuming for Him —

    Blossoms — dress for His Sake.

    Bees — to their Loaves of Honey

    Add an Amber Crumb

    Him — to regale — Me — Only —

    Motion, and am dumb.

  • Taken from men — this morning —

    Taken from men — this morning —

    Carried by men today —

    Met by the Gods with banners —

    Who marshalled her away —


    One little maid — from playmates —

    One little mind from school —

    There must be guests in Eden —

    All the rooms are full —


    Far — as the East from Even —
    ...

  • The Morning after Woe —

    The Morning after Woe —

    'Tis frequently the Way —

    Surpasses all that rose before —

    For utter Jubilee —


    As Nature did not care —

    And piled her Blossoms on —

    And further to parade a Joy

    Her Victim stared upon —


    The Birds declaim their Tunes —

    Pronouncing...