Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MORNING, by ALICE CARY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Wake, dillie, my darling, and kiss me Last Line: Avenges her slights. Subject(s): Morning; God; Life | ||||||||
WAKE, Dillie, my darling, and kiss me, The daybreak is nigh, -- I can see, through the half-open curtain, A strip of blue sky. Yon lake, in her valley-bed lying, Looks fair as a bride, And pushes, to greet the sun's coming, The mist sheets aside. The birds, to the wood-temple flying, Their matins to chant, Are chirping their love to each other, With wings dropt aslant. Not a tree, that the morning's bright edges With silver illumes, But trembles and stirs with its pleasure Through all its green plumes. Wake, Dillie, and join in the praises All nature doth give; Clap hands, and rejoice in the goodness That leaves you to live. For what is the world in her glory To that which thou art? Thank God for the soul that is in you, -- Thank God for your heart! The world that had never a lover Her bright face to kiss, -- With her splendors of stars and of noontides How poor is her bliss! Wake, Dillie, -- the white vest of morning With crimson is laced; And why should delights of God's giving Be running to waste! Full measures, pressed down, are awaiting Our provident use; And is there no sin in neglecting As well as abuse? The cornstalk exults in its tassel, The flint in its spark, -- And shall the seed planted within me Rot out in the dark? Shall I be ashamed to give culture To what God has sown? When nature asks bread, shall I offer A serpent, or stone? For could I out-weary its yearnings By fasting, or pain, -- Would life have a better fulfillment, Or death have a gain? Nay, God will not leave us unanswered In any true need; His will may be writ in an instinct, As well as a creed. And, Dillie, my darling, believe me, That life is the best, That, loving here, truly and sweetly, With Him leaves the rest. Its head to the sweep of the whirlwind The wise willow suits, -- While the oak, that's too stubborn for bending. Comes up by the roots. Such lessons, each day, round about us, Our good Mother writes, -- To show us that Nature, in some way, Avenges her slights. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRIVILEGE OF BEING by ROBERT HASS SEAWATER STIFFENS CLOTH by JANE HIRSHFIELD SAYING YES TO LIVING by DAVID IGNATOW THE WORLD IS SO DIFFICULT TO GIVE UP by DAVID IGNATOW A SPINSTER'S STINT by ALICE CARY |
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