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Morning.
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Pleasant it is to turn and see the fire
Dance on the hearth, as he would never tire;
The home-baked loaf, the Indian bean’s perfume,
Fill with their homely cheer the panelled room.
Come, crazy storm! and thou, wild glittering hail,
Rave o’er the roof and wave your icy veil;
Shout in our ears, and take your madcap way!
I laugh at storms! for Roderick comes to-day.
Dance on the hearth, as he would never tire;
The home-baked loaf, the Indian bean’s perfume,
Fill with their homely cheer the panelled room.
Come, crazy storm! and thou, wild glittering hail,
Rave o’er the roof and wave your icy veil;
Shout in our ears, and take your madcap way!
I laugh at storms! for Roderick comes to-day.
XXXI.
Morning.
Morning passes, never ceases,
Day-break laughs on earth for ever.
Day-break laughs on earth for ever.
Now is the hour of the morning’s prime,—
List to the voices;—sea-sprites hymning!
Wispy clouds from the sea-haze climb,
Rosy gulls in the gold sea swimming:
Waves defying Time’s ageing hand
Dance to the gleaming sand.
List to the voices;—sea-sprites hymning!
Wispy clouds from the sea-haze climb,
Rosy gulls in the gold sea swimming:
Waves defying Time’s ageing hand
Dance to the gleaming sand.
Now is the hour of the morning’s prime,—
Earth lies laughing and Heaven bends over
Bees are a-hum in the banks of thyme,
Bees are a-drone in the fields of clover:
Poppies and cornflowers gem the corn,
And a new world smiles, dew-born.
Earth lies laughing and Heaven bends over
Bees are a-hum in the banks of thyme,
Bees are a-drone in the fields of clover:
Poppies and cornflowers gem the corn,
And a new world smiles, dew-born.