Poems (Southey)/Volume 1/Sonnet 9 (Fair is the rising morn when o'er the sky)

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Poems
by Robert Southey
Sonnet 9 (Fair is the rising morn when o'er the sky)
4250749Poems — Sonnet 9 (Fair is the rising morn when o'er the sky)Robert Southey

SONNET IX.



Fair is the rising morn when o'er the skyThe orient sun expands his roseate ray,And lovely to the Bard's enthusiast eyeFades the meek radiance of departing day;But fairer is the smile of one we love,Than all the scenes in Nature's ample sway,And sweeter than the music of the grove,The voice that bids us welcome. Such delightEdith! is mine, escaping to thy sightFrom the hard durance of the empty throng.Too swiftly then towards the silent nightYe Hours of happiness! ye speed along,Whilst I, from all the World's cold cares apart,Pour out the feelings of my burthen'd heart.1794.