Morn, <br />Waked by the circling Hours, with rosy hand <br />Unbars the gates of light. ~ MILTON. <br /> <br /> <br />Oh, burst the bonds of slumber, <br />Beloved, awake, arise! <br />Night's shades are furled <br />From the breathing world, <br />And 'tis morn in the Eastern skies: <br />Flowers, fair and without number, <br />Unfold their gorgeous dyes; <br />Morn speeds apace <br />On her glorious race, <br />Then open thy star-like eyes; <br />Sweet Helen, awake, arise! <br />Rich, milk-white clouds are sailing <br />Like ships upon stormless seas; <br />The heavens grow bright <br />With liquid light, <br />And fragrance loads the breeze: <br />Morn's melodies prevailing, <br />Sweep through the trembling trees; <br />The lark's in the sky, <br />And the linnet on high, <br />And wilt thou be less blithe than these? <br />Sweet Helen, awake, arise! <br />The dew-bent rose is baring <br />Its breast to the golden sun; <br />New splendours shower <br />On temple and tower, <br />And the stir of day's begun: <br />We'll do a deed of daring <br />Ere Phœbus' race be run; <br />Our bark's below, <br />And the breezes blow, <br />And our goal will soon be won:— <br />Sweet Helen, awake, arise! <br />What recks it to hearts like ours, <br />Where we resolve to flee? <br />Not far we'll roam <br />For a blissful home, <br />Since Paradise dwells with thee! <br />We'll steer for Pleasure's bowers, <br />With Hope, through Life's dark sea; <br />And Love shall guide <br />Us through the tide, <br />And our trusty Pilot be: <br />Sweet Helen, awake, arise!<br /><br />Alaric Alexander Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-102/
