An Hymn To The Morning ATTEND my lays, ye ever honourd nine, Assist my labours, and my strains refine; In smoothest numbers pour the notes along, For bright Aurora now demands my song. Aurora hail, and all the thousand dies, Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies: The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays, On evry leaf the gentle zephyr plays; Harmonious lays the featherd race resume, Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume. Ye shady groves, your verdant gloom display To shield your poet from the burning day: Calliope awake the sacred lyre, While thy fair sisters fan the pleasing fire: The bowrs, the gales, the variegated skies In all their pleasures in my bosom rise. See in the east th illustrious king of day! His rising radiance drives the shades away-- But Oh! I feel his fervid beams too strong, And scarce begun, concludes th abortive song.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 10:14:06 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015