Summer Morning: A poem

SUMMER MORNING.
LONDON: PRINTED BY SAMUEL BENTLEY Bangor House, Shoe Lane.

A POEM. BY THOMAS MILLER. AUTHOR OF “A DAY IN THE WOODS,” “RURAL SKETCHES,” “BEAUTIES OF THE COUNTRY,” “ROYSTON GOWER,” “FAIR ROSAMOND,” “LADY JANE GREY,” “GIDEON GILES,” ETC.
LONDON: JAMES HAYWARD AND CO. 53, PATERNOSTER ROW. —— 1841.


Morning again breaks through the mines of Heaven, And shakes her jewelled kirtle on the sky, Heavy with rosy gold. Aside are driven The vassal clouds, which bow as she draws nigh, And catch her scattered gems of orient dye, The pearlèd-ruby which her pathway strews; Argent and amber, now thrown useless by. The uncoloured clouds wear what she doth refuse, For only once does Morn her sun-dyed garments use.
No print of sheep-track yet hath crushed a flower; The spider’s woof with silvery dew is hung As it was beaded ere the daylight hour: The hookèd bramble just as it was strung, When on each leaf the Night her crystals flung, Then hurried off, the dawning to elude; Before the golden-beakèd blackbird sung, Or ere the yellow-brooms, or gorses rude, Had bared their armèd heads in lowly gratitude.