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And see the opening morn,
Image of truth new born.That so sweetly were forsworn,
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:The tranquil peace of early morn
The sunrise in the sky
The new day greets us with the dawnWestward borne . . .
Onward go
Towards the mornThrough the pale arch of orient the morn
Comes in a milk-white splendor newly-born,Ah, bear me with thee, lightly borne,
Dip forward under starry light,
And move me to my marriage-morn,Though both were English born.
I towards the night of time decline,
You mount into the morn.When May is here, and every morn
Is dappled with pied bells,
And dewdrops glance along the thornBuy them, buy them: eve and morn
Lovers' ills are all to sell.
Then you can lie down forlorn;Where all the golden morn
We fan the gold o’ the corn,Upon a simmer Sunday morn,
When Nature's face is fair,
I walked forth to view the cornA little child was born --
To-day, with pomp of martial show,
We hail his natal morn.Past is my sorrow, the night past, and the morn
Bright on her golden sills.
Only the hill-fold voices drowsily scornO bless'd South wind that toots his horn
Through every hole and crack!
I'm off at eight to-morrow morn,Oft listening how the hounds and horn
Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn,Among his gathered corn:
So might I, till the morn!I REMEMBER the lowering wintry morn,
And the mist on the Cotswold hills,
Where I once heard the blast of the huntsman's horn,'Tis you must tend the flocks this morn,
And scare the small birds from the corn.’Dost thou not in pride and scorn
Fill with tempests all my morn,A floor too cool for corn.
Yet when a child, and barefoot,
I more than once, at morn,