Morn in the white wake of the morning star 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; 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 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, Up, lad, up, 'tis late for lying: Towns and countries woo together, Lived to feast his heart with all. Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber Clay lies still, but blood's a rover; 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, Was mich noch gestern wollt' erschlaffen, Joseph von Eichendorff. PAC PACK CLOUDS AWAY ACK, clouds, away, and welcome day, Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft, Wings from the wind to please her mind, Wake from thy nest, robin red-breast, AY! SUNRISE Thomas Heywood FROM Pippa Passes DAFaster and more fast, O'er night's brim, day boils at last: 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, 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 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 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 have strength for their swiftness I deem. |