With these two kisses on thine eyes <br />I melt thy sleep away—arise! <br />For look, my love, Phœbus his golden hand <br />Hath laid upon the white mane of the sea, <br />And springing from the fresh brine gloriously, <br />He glances keen o'er the long level strand. <br />Now come his horses up, all snorting fire, <br />The lovely morning hours, hymning their choir <br />Of triumph, circle round the royal sun, <br />And the bright pageant of the day's begun. <br />Come, let me lock in mine thy hand, <br />And pace we with swift feet this smooth and sparkling sand. <br />See, how the swollen ridges of the waves <br />Curl into crystal caves, <br />Rising and rounding, <br />Rolling, rebounding, <br />Echoing, resounding, <br />And running into curves of creamy spray, <br />Mark, with white wavy lines, the far-indented bay. <br />The little bark, that, by the sheltering shore, <br />Folded her wings, and rocked herself to sleep, <br />Shakes out her pinions to the breeze once more, <br />And, like a swallow, dips, and skims the deep. <br />Hail, welcome day! hail, miracle of light! <br />Hail, wondrous resurrection from the night! <br />Hail, glorious earth! hail ocean, fearful fair! <br />Hail ye sweet kisses of fresh morning air! <br />Hail thou! my love, my life, my air, my light, <br />Soul of my day! my morning, noon, and night!<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-by-the-seaside/
