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.

by Phillis Wheatley Click to read full poem

Comments (32)

Well articulated and nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. An insightful work of art..........................
While thy fair sisters fan the pleasing fire: The bow'rs, the gales, the variegated skies In all their pleasures in my bosom rise. great, great, great write great 10+++++++++++
Brilliant
Brilliant. Phillis Wheatley writes so majestically. I never tire reading her perfect prose.
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.
In all their pleasures in my bosom rise. See in the east th' illustrious king of day! His rising radiance drives the shades away- a fine poem.. Tony
What a joyous poem.A beautiful morning song! Great start to my day! A ten..
What a refreshingly lovely poem in the classical style. It is heartening that such poems are still being written.
On ev'ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays/// how wonderful the morning breeze is; Aurora comes to delight the entire fairy sky with a serenade gravity of wind/// beautiful poem
I cryed while reading Phylis Wheatleys poems. Her words really hit my heart,
Brilliant write!
I like the rhyming of this poem. A soulful write emotions have deeply been poured.
Wonderful poem. I like it very much.
Wonderful mixing of the classical tradition with stream of consciousness expression.
it ok i guess but i diddn't get half of the words
A beautiful poem written in the classical tradition. However the muse list is varied according to historical periods and even myths were often regional with three or four different common versions. My favourite dramatist, Euripides, even added another form of drama to comedy and tragedy, tragic-comedy because he realized life was like that. There are often agreed to be three original muses, Aoide (song or voice) , Melete (practice or memory) and Calliope (epic poetry or beautiful voice) . Mnene and Arche are also mentioned. At Delphi another three muses were Nete, Meser and Hypate, the three cords of the lyre. They were also called Cephisso, Apollonis and Borysthenis at other locations. Clio, Erato and Polymia are three more from Indo-European. If we call the Ancient Greeks the Helenes as they called themselves, and remember there were three main ethnic divisions, Illyrians Achaean and Aeolian if I remember correctly and the Ionian dialect. And that they had some had trouble understanding each other in Troy, and then bring in Proto Indo-European and the theoretical Dorian Invasion of Greece, in three diachronic waves, which replaced the mother Gods, things are starting to get complicated. There was never only one invasion into Ancient Greece. The sea people, the possible Anatolian origin of the Pelasgian language, the invasions of llyrians like the Bryges. Linear A and B, later Greek dialects, and so little extant on pottery and surviving in later records, due to wars and limitations of scribal culture, means our knowledge of even varied names of muses in mythology is limited. Wheatley has read the classics well, it was obvious in her last poem. Aurora is the goddess of dawn in Roman mythology and in Latin poetry. Eos is the comparable Greek goddess and Aurora is the Latin word for dawn. An example of simple Greek Roman classical mixing. Luckily we do not need to know any of that to enjoy this wonderful poem.