MORNING.

Ann Radcliffe

This page copyright © 2001 Blackmask Online.

http://www.blackmask.com


Darkness! thro thy chilling glooms,
  Weakly trembles twilight grey;
Twilight fades—and Morning comes,
  And melts thy shadows swift away!

She comes in her Aetherial car,
  Involv'd in many a varying hue;
And thro' the azure shoots afar,
  Spirit—light—and life anew!

Her breath revives the drooping flowers,
  Her ray dissolves the dews of night;
Recalls the sprightly-moving hours,
  And the green scene unveils in light!

Her's the fresh gale that wanders wild
  O'er mountain top, and woodland glade;
And fondly steals the breath, beguil'd,
  Of ev'ry flow'r in ev'ry shade.