My Lyrical Life Poems Old and New. By Gerald Massey |
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 | My Lyrical Life |  |
THE BIRD OF MORN.
Up out of the Corn the Lark carolled in light,
Like a new splendour sprung from the dark hush of Night;
Green light shimmered laughing o'er forest and sod;
The rich sky was full of the presence of God.
A fountain of rapture he lavished around
His wealth of bird-fancies in blithest of sound:
All through the Morn's sun-city, sea-like his psalm,
With melodious waves dashed the bright world of calm:
But heavily hung the drooped ears of the Corn:
Gathering gold in the dewy morn.
Like a new splendour sprung from the dark hush of Night;
Green light shimmered laughing o'er forest and sod;
The rich sky was full of the presence of God.
A fountain of rapture he lavished around
His wealth of bird-fancies in blithest of sound:
All through the Morn's sun-city, sea-like his psalm,
With melodious waves dashed the bright world of calm:
But heavily hung the drooped ears of the Corn:
Gathering gold in the dewy morn.
And he sang, as on heaven's fire-grains he had fed,
Till his heart's merry wine had made drunken his head.
How he sang! as his honey in Life's cells ne'er dwindled,
And bonfires of Joy on all Life's hills were kindled:
He sang, as he felt that to singing was given
The magic to build rainbow-stairways to heaven!
And he could not have sung with more lusty cheer,
Had all the world listened a-tiptoe to hear!
All the while heavily hung the Corn,
Its drowsy ears heard not the minstrel of Morn.
Till his heart's merry wine had made drunken his head.
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And bonfires of Joy on all Life's hills were kindled:
He sang, as he felt that to singing was given
The magic to build rainbow-stairways to heaven!
And he could not have sung with more lusty cheer,
Had all the world listened a-tiptoe to hear!
All the while heavily hung the Corn,
Its drowsy ears heard not the minstrel of Morn.
| My Lyrical Life | |