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Morn in the white wake of the morning star
Came furrowing all the Orient into gold.

Tennyson

Wake! For the Sun who scattered into flight The Stars before him from the field of Night, Drives Night along with them from Heav'n

Omar Khayyám

All things that love the sun are out of doors;
The sky rejoices in the morning's birth;
The air is bright with rain-drops.

Wordsworth

SUNRISE AND MORNING

SONG

HARK, hark! the lark at heaven's gate

sings

And Phoebus 'gins arise,

His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With everything that pretty bin,
My lady sweet, arise,
Arise, arise!

Shakespeare

WA

REVEILLE

AKE: the silver dusk returning Up the beach of darkness brims, And the ship of sunrise burning Strands upon the eastern rims.

:

Wake the vaulted shadow shatters,
Trampled to the floor it spanned,
And the tent of night in tatters
Straws the sky-pavilioned land.

Up, lad, up, 'tis late for lying:
Hear the drums of morning play;
Hark, the empty highways crying
"Who'll beyond the hills away?"

Towns and countries woo together,
Forelands beacon, belfries call;
Never lad that trod on leather

Lived to feast his heart with all.

Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber
Sunlit pallets never thrive;
Morns abed and daylight slumber
Were not meant for man alive.

Clay lies still, but blood's a rover;
Breath's a ware that will not keep.
Up, lad: when the journey's over
There'll be time enough to sleep.
A. E. Housman

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MORGEN GEBET

WUNDERBARES, tiefes Schweigen, Wie einsam ist's noch auf der Welt! Die Wälder nur sich leise neigen,

Als ging der Herr durchs stille Feld.

Ich fühl' mich recht wie neu geschaffen,
Wo ist die Sorge nun und Not?

Was mich noch gestern wollt' erschlaffen,
Ich schäm' mich des im Morgenrot.

Joseph von Eichendorff.

PAC

PACK CLOUDS AWAY

ACK, clouds, away, and welcome day,
With nigl.t we banish sorrow;

Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft,
To give my Love good-morrow!

Wings from the wind to please her mind,
Notes from the lark I'll borrow:
Bird, prune thy wing; nightingale, sing,
To give my Love good-morrow,
To give my Love good-morrow!
Notes from them all I'll borrow.

Wake from thy nest, robin red-breast,
Sing, birds, in every furrow;
And from each hill let music shrill
Give my fair Love good-morrow!
Blackbird and thrush in every bush,
Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow:
You pretty elves, amongst yourselves,
Sing my fair Love good-morrow!
To give my Love good-morrow,
Sing, birds, in every furrow!

AY!

SUNRISE

Thomas Heywood

FROM Pippa Passes

DAFaster and more fast,

O'er night's brim, day boils at last:
Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim
Where spurting and suppressed it lay,
For not a froth-flake touched the rim

Of yonder gap in the solid gray

Of the eastern cloud, an hour away;

But forth, one wavelet, then another, curled, Till the whole sunrise, not to be suppressed, Rose, reddened, and its seething breast

Flickered in bounds, grew gold, then overflowed

the world.

Robert Browning

PIPPA'S SONG

THE year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;

Morning's at seven;

The hill-side's dew-pearled.

The lark's on the wing;

The snail's on the thorn;

God's in his heaven

All's right with the world!

Robert Browning

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TO MORNING

HOLY virgin, clad in purest white,

Unlock heaven's golden gates and issue

forth;

Awake the dawn that sleeps in heaven; let light
Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring
The honeyed dew that cometh on waking day.
O radiant Morning, salute the Sun,
Roused like a huntsman to the chase, and with
Thy buskined feet appear upon our hills.

William Blake

ON THE BRINK OF THE NIGHT AND THE

MORNING

FROM Prometheus Unbound

Y coursers are fed with the lightning,

MY They drink of the whirlwind's stream,

And when the red morning is bright'ning
They bathe in the fresh sunbeam;

They have strength for their swiftness I deem.

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