MS (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

To Morning

O holy virgin! clad in purest white,
Unlock heav'n's golden gates, and issue forth;
Awake the dawn that sleeps in heaven; let light
Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring
The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day.
O radiant morning, salute the sun
Rous'd like a huntsman to the chase, and with
Thy buskin'd feet appear upon our hills.

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Comments (6)

Dear Michael, I loved this one, as a passionate Pooh fan I know every line. I even played Mrs Kanga in the musical in the 70s. I remember we used to watch from the wings the last scene as CR sang 'Wherever I am there's always Pooh' in the sweetest soprano you ever heard and cry every time.
You are a very talented man. this was great, I would have never thought of it, one of the very best poems that I have read on this site. Excellent 10+
Ahh, Michael...this is precious...very nice...very sweet...I love this... Lare
Entertaining and instructive. Would be a fun way to teach poetry to young children
Thank you so much Michael: -)
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