An Hymn To The Morning

ATTEND my lays, ye ever honour'd nine,
Assist my labours, and my strains refine;
In smoothest numbers pour the notes along,
For bright Aurora now demands my song.
Aurora hail, and all the thousand dies,
Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies:
The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays,
On ev'ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays;
Harmonious lays the feather'd race resume,
Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume.
Ye shady groves, your verdant gloom display
To shield your poet from the burning day:
Calliope awake the sacred lyre,
While thy fair sisters fan the pleasing fire:
The bow'rs, the gales, the variegated skies
In all their pleasures in my bosom rise.
See in the east th' illustrious king of day!
His rising radiance drives the shades away--
But Oh! I feel his fervid beams too strong,
And scarce begun, concludes th' abortive song.

by Phillis Wheatley

Comments (28)

The bowers the gales, the variegated skies In all their pleasures in my bosom arise" . A great hymn in honor of morning.
A classic poem by Phillis Wheatley................
this is something I have heard before because she write poetry so yea I think it is so investing and I can't describe what this poem did to me...……. thank you for this website. (I am only 10 years old)
But Oh! I feel his fervid beams too strong, And scarce begun, concludes th' abortive song....nice closing. Beautiful poem.
Shady groves! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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