 | The Distressed Poet |  |
The Muses look'd around them yawning,
They ne'er had seen so queer a dawning;
Indeed the Nine with truth might say,
'Twas the burlesque of opening day.—
Unlike at home what cheer'd their sight,
When close behind retiring Night,
Aurora from the East ascending,
With the young playful Hours attending,
Scatters around her purple rays,
Till all creation feels the blaze,
Warm, unimpeded, and serene,
They gild and gladden ev'ry scene.
Th' expanding flowers shake off the dew,
And spread their beauties to her view,
Whilst the wing'd Zephyrs hov'ring round,
Brush'd the rich perfumes from the ground,
And with their odours mark the way,
The splendid track of orient Day.
They ne'er had seen so queer a dawning;
Indeed the Nine with truth might say,
'Twas the burlesque of opening day.—
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When close behind retiring Night,
Aurora from the East ascending,
With the young playful Hours attending,
Scatters around her purple rays,
Till all creation feels the blaze,
Warm, unimpeded, and serene,
They gild and gladden ev'ry scene.
Th' expanding flowers shake off the dew,
And spread their beauties to her view,
Whilst the wing'd Zephyrs hov'ring round,
Brush'd the rich perfumes from the ground,
And with their odours mark the way,
The splendid track of orient Day.
| The Distressed Poet | |