Poems on the topic: morning

Poems on the topic “morning” on Poets.by.

ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Some such Butterfly be seen

Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas -- Just at noon -- no later -- Sweet -- Then -- the License closes -- Some such Spice -- express and pass -- Subject to Your Plucking -- As the Stars -- You knew last Night -- Foreigners -- This Morning --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

On this long storm the Rainbow rose

On this long storm the Rainbow rose -- On this late Morn -- the Sun -- The clouds -- like listless Elephants -- Horizons -- straggled down -- The Birds rose smiling, in their nests -- The gales -- indeed -- were done -- Alas, how heedless were the eyes -- On whom the summer shone! The quiet nonchalance of death -- No Daybreak -- can bestir -- The slow -- Archangel's syllables Must awaken her!
CheerfulEmily Dickinson

As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"

As Children bid the Guest "Good Night" And then reluctant turn -- My flowers raise their pretty lips -- Then put their nightgowns on. As children caper when they wake Merry that it is Morn -- My flowers from a hundred cribs Will peep, and prance again.
DreamyEmily Dickinson

I'll tell you how the Sun rose

I'll tell you how the Sun rose -- A Ribbon at a time -- The Steeples swam in Amethyst -- The news, like Squirrels, ran -- The Hills untied their Bonnets -- The Bobolinks -- begun -- Then I said softly to myself -- "That must have been the Sun"! But how he set -- I know not -- There seemed a purple stile That little Yellow boys and girls Were climbing all the while -- Till when they reached the other side, A Dominie in Gray -- Put gently up the evening Bars -- And led the flock away --
DreamyEmily Dickinson

Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I --

Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I -- Three times -- He would not go -- But strove to stir the lifeless Fan The Waters -- strove to stay. Three Times -- the Billows tossed me up -- Then caught me -- like a Ball -- Then made Blue faces in my face -- And pushed away a sail That crawled Leagues off -- I liked to see -- For thinking -- while I die -- How pleasant to behold a Thing Where Human faces -- be -- The Waves grew sleepy -- Breath -- did not -- The Winds -- like Children -- lulled -- Then Sunrise kissed my Chrysalis -- And I stood up -- and lived --
DreamyEmily Dickinson

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 -- Parched the flowers they bear along.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

The Mountain sat upon the Plain

The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair -- His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere -- The Seasons played around his knees Like Children round a sire -- Grandfather of the Days is He Of Dawn, the Ancestor --
ContemplativeEdward Thomas

The Glory

THE glory of the beauty of the morning,-- The cuckoo crying over the untouched dew; The blackbird that has found it, and the dove That tempts me on to something sweeter than love; White clouds ranged even and fair as new-mown hay; The heat, the stir, the sublime vacancy Of sky and meadow and forest and my own heart:-- The glory invites me, yet it leaves me scorning All I can ever do, all I can be, Beside the lovely of motion, shape, and hue, The happiness I fancy fit to dwell In beauty's presence. Shall I now this day Begin to seek as far as heaven, as hell, Wisdom or strength to match this beauty, start And tread the pale dust pitted with small dark drops, In hope to find whatever it is I seek,

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