Morning (Bright from the east)
Bright from the east pours the radiance new
Flooding the World so fair,
To diamonds & pearls transmuting the dew,
And kindling with glory the air.
From forest or orchard the notes of some bird,
That sings from the tremendous spray
A jubilant song of thanksgiving is heard,
For the birth of another glad day.
With Melodious murmurs the rivulets flow
From founts at the base of the hill;
With embraces & kisses they meet far below
And repose in the lake hushed & still.
Watching their slumbers, the sentinel trees
Encircle the couch of their love,
With aeolian music the zephyr-like breeze
Sings through the green branches above.
- Title
- Morning (Bright from the east)
- First Line
- Bright from the east pours the radiance new
- Creator
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George Shepard Burleigh
- Bibliographic Citation
- George S. Burleigh Papers, 1825-1902. John Hay Library, Brown University. Miscellaneous Manuscripts.
- Date
- Date tbd
- Subject
- Nature
- Comments
- Seems very close in structure to another poem on this theme.
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Morning (Lo! a Creation fresh and new)