Mary Darby Robinson - MorningMary Darby Robinson - Morning
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O`ER fallow plains and fertile meads,
AURORA lifts the torch of day;
The shad`wy brow of Night recedes,
Cold dew-drops fall from every spray;
Now o`er the thistle`s rugged head,
Thin veils of filmy vapour fly,
On ev`ry violet`s perfum`d bed
The sparkling gems of Nature lie.
The hill`s tall brow is crown`d with gold,
The Milk-maid trills her jocund lay,
The Shepherd-boy unpens his fold,
The Lambs along the meadows play;
The pilf`ring LARK, with speckled breast,
From the ripe sheaf`s rich banquet flies;
And lifting high his plumy crest,
Soars the proud tenant of the skies.
The PEASANT steals with timid feet,
And gently taps the cottage door;
Or on the green sod takes his seat,
And chaunts some well-known ditty o`er;
Wak`d by the strain, the blushing MAID,
Unpractis`d in Love`s mazy wiles,
In clean, but homely garb array`d,
From the small casement peepsand smiles.
Proud CHANTICLEER unfolds his wing,
And flutt`ring struts in plumage gay;
The glades with vocal echoes ring,
Soft odours deck the hawthorn spray;
The SCHOOL-BOY saunters o`er the green,
With satchel, fill`d with Learning`s store;
While with dejected, sullen mien,
He cons his tedious lesson o`er.
When WINTER spreads her banner chill,
And sweeps the vale with freezing pow`r;
And binds in spells the vagrant rill,
And shrivels ev`ry ling`ring flow`r;
When NATURE quits her verdant dress,
And drops to earth her icy tears;
E`EN THEN thy tardy glance can bless,
And soft thy weeping eye appears.
Then at the Horn`s enliv`ning peal,
Keen Sportsmen for the chase prepare;
Thro` the young Copse shrill echoes steal,
Swift flies the tim`rous, panting hare;
From ev`ry straw-thatch`d cottage soars
Blue curling smoke in many a cloud;
Around the Barn`s expanded doors,
The feather`d throng impatient crowd.
Such are thy charms! health-breathing scene!
Where Nature`s children revel gay;
Where Plenty smiles with radiant mien,
And Labour crowns the circling day;
Where Peace, in conscious Virtue blest,
Invites the Heart to joy supreme;
While polish`d Splendour pants for rest
And pines in Fashion`s fev`rish dream.
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