Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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EARLY MORNING. |
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EARLY MORNING.
Yon' lazy Clouds are touched, and as with aSoft, sleepy Light they kindle, rent into
Transparent Fragments: stirless lies the Dew-
Drop on each Leaf, as if the waking Day
Held in his Breath, still loth to scare away
Those Clouds, which, like to Dreams fantastic, strew
The eastern Sky: in Masses Objects thro'
The glittering Mists loom out: there, Mountains grey,
Whose Peaks gleam clear above: here, Woods in one
Broad Shade, Hue blent with Hue, and Tree with Tree.
Oh Fancy stay those Clouds, and bid yon' Sun
Shine ever on them thus, let nothing be
Resolved into its Elements, that on
The Vision I may gaze, and when I see
It still unaltered, think that over me
No Change has passed, that Time's a Dream alone!
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