Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Another Prairie Sunrise

I can't resist posting these..



Sunrise

O rising Sun, so fair and gay,
What are you bringing me, I pray,
Of sorrow or of joy today?
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You look as if you meant to please,
Reclining in your gorgeous ease
Behind the bare-branched apple-trees.
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The world is rich and bright, as though
The pillows where your head is low
Had lit the fields of driven snow.
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The hoar-frost on the window turns
Into a wood of giant ferns
Where some great conflagration burns.
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And all my children come again
As lightsome and as free from stain
As those frost-pictures on the pane.
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I would that I could mount on high
And meet you, Sun--that you and I
Had to ourselves the whole wide sky.
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But here my poor soul has to stay,
So tell me, rising Sun, I pray,
What are you bringing me to-day
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What shall this busy brain have thought,
What shall these hands and feet have wrought,
What sorrows shall the hours have brought,
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Before thy brilliant course is run,
Before this new-born day is done,
Before you set, O rising Sun?
Frederick George Scott

2 comments:

  1. Oh, glorious, unpolluted sunrise!!! A remarkably beautiful poem as well. Thank you. Amazing that the end of my day should begin with a sunrise. Good evening!!

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  2. Beauiful.
    How blessed you are to have that sky for a view.
    Ahhhh. I could melt into it!
    :0)

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