 | Diana's Looking Glass and Other Poems by Charles D. Bell |  |
MORNING.
Ring out ye bonny Bells of blue,
Greet with your chimes the morning bright,
Shake from your cups the glistening dew
Wept in calm spaces of the night.
Greet with your chimes the morning bright,
Shake from your cups the glistening dew
Wept in calm spaces of the night.
The Birds have waken'd from their sleep
By murmuring winds the leaves are stirr'd,
And plaintive bleatings of the sheep
From field to fold are softly heard.
By murmuring winds the leaves are stirr'd,
And plaintive bleatings of the sheep
From field to fold are softly heard.
The Glow-worm now has quench'd the lamp
That 'midst the grass burn'd like a star,
Marsh-fires no more gleam in the swamp,
To lure the traveller from afar.
That 'midst the grass burn'd like a star,
Marsh-fires no more gleam in the swamp,
To lure the traveller from afar.
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The night has gone, the world's awake,
To life, to beauty, and to love,
The thrush is heard in bush and break,
And in the elms the coo of dove.
To life, to beauty, and to love,
The thrush is heard in bush and break,
And in the elms the coo of dove.
Pale shadows flit along the wheat,
O'er moor and mountain gently pass,
While here about my very feet,
Upsprings the cool and fragrant grass.
O'er moor and mountain gently pass,
While here about my very feet,
Upsprings the cool and fragrant grass.
The fields grow lovely in the light,
Fann'd by the breath of kindling morn,
The sun that rises in his might
Greets with his beams a world new-born.
Fann'd by the breath of kindling morn,
The sun that rises in his might
Greets with his beams a world new-born.
O happy earth! O days and nights,
O sunsets, clouds, and golden dawn,
O purple vales, O mountain heights,
O dews upon the glimmering lawn!
O sunsets, clouds, and golden dawn,
O purple vales, O mountain heights,
O dews upon the glimmering lawn!
O happy earth! More happy soul,
Whose empire is this sphere divine,
What bliss to hear its music roll,
What joy to see its glories shine!
Whose empire is this sphere divine,
What bliss to hear its music roll,
What joy to see its glories shine!
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