Nature Poems – Page 17

Morning on the Sinnecock : Olivia Ward Bush-Bank : : Morning Poems : :

Morning on Shinnecock : : By Olivia Ward Bush-Banks ( 1869 – 1944 ) : : : : : : : : : : : : : The rising sun had crowned the hills, And added beauty to the plain;O grand and wondrous spectacle! That only nature could explain. I stood within a leafy grove,Continue reading “Morning on the Sinnecock : Olivia Ward Bush-Bank : : Morning Poems : :”

Spring Morning : A A Milne ; : Morning Poems : :

Spring Morning : : By A A Milne ( 1882 – 1956 ) Where am I going? I don’t quite know.Down to the stream where the king-cups grow-Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow-Anywhere, anywhere. I don’t know. Where am I going? The clouds sail by,Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.Where am IContinue reading “Spring Morning : A A Milne ; : Morning Poems : :”

Morning : Henry Reed : : Morning Poems : :

Reed, Henry. “Morning.” Listener 32, no. 811 (27 July 1944): 96. MORNING Look, my love, on the wall, and here, at this Eastern picture.How still its scene, and neither of sleep nor waking:No shadow falls from the tree or the golden mountain,The boats on the glassy lake have no reflection,No echo would come if youContinue reading “Morning : Henry Reed : : Morning Poems : :”

The Inward Morning : Henry David Thoreau : : Morning Poems : :

The Inward Morning : : By Henry David Thoreau ( 1817 – 1862 ) : : : : Packed in my mind lie all the clothes Which outward nature wears,And in its fashion’s hourly change It all things else repairs. In vain I look for change abroad, And can no difference find,Till some new rayContinue reading “The Inward Morning : Henry David Thoreau : : Morning Poems : :”

Aubade : William Empson : : Morning Poems : :

Aubade : : By William Empson ( 1906 – 1984 ) : Aubade (1940)Hours before dawn we were woken by the quake.My house was on a cliff. The thing could takeBookloads off shelves, break bottles in a row.Then the long pause and then the bigger shake.It seemed the best thing to be up and go.Continue reading “Aubade : William Empson : : Morning Poems : :”

Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 : William Wordsworth : : Sonnet : : Morning Poems : :

Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 : William Wordsworth : : Sonnet : : London as viewed from the West Minster Bridge at the time of Sunrise in the 🌅🌄 Morning Of September 3, 1802. : : : : Earth has not anything to show more fair:Dull would he be of soul who couldContinue reading “Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 : William Wordsworth : : Sonnet : : Morning Poems : :”

Dawn : Ella Wheeler Wilcox : : Morning Poems : :

Dawn : : By Ella Wheeler Wilcox : : : : : : : : : : : : Day’s sweetest moments are at dawn; 1Refreshed by his long sleep, the Light 2Kisses the languid lips of Night, 3Ere she can rise and hasten on. 4All glowing from his dreamless rest 5He holds her closelyContinue reading “Dawn : Ella Wheeler Wilcox : : Morning Poems : :”

Spring Morning : A E Housman : : Morning Poems : :

Spring Morning Star and coronal and bellApril underfoot renews,And the hope of man as wellFlowers among the morning dews. Now the old come out to look,Winter past and winter’s pains,How the sky in pool and brookGlitters on the grassy plains. Easily the gentle airWafts the turning season on;Things to comfort them are there,Though ’tis trueContinue reading “Spring Morning : A E Housman : : Morning Poems : :”

Full many a glorious morning have I seen : Sonnet 33 : William Shakespeare : : Morning Poems : :

Full many a glorious morning have I seen 1Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, 2Kissing with golden face the meadows green, 3Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; 4Anon permit the basest clouds to ride 5With ugly rack on his celestial face, 6And from the forlorn world his visage hide, 7Stealing unseen to west withContinue reading “Full many a glorious morning have I seen : Sonnet 33 : William Shakespeare : : Morning Poems : :”

December : By Various Poets : : December Poems : : Months Poems : :

* The Poet’s Calender : December : : By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Riding upon the Goat, with snow-white hair, I come, the last of all. This crown of mine Is of the holly; in my hand I bear The thyrsus, tipped with fragrant cones of pine. I celebrate the birth of the Divine, And theContinue reading “December : By Various Poets : : December Poems : : Months Poems : :”