Summer Morning a Poem
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Hark how the merry bells ring o'er the vale, Now near, remote, or lost, just as it blows.
The red cock sends his voice upon the gale, From the thatched grange his answering rival crows : The milkmaid o'er the dew-bathed meadow goes, Her tucked-up kirtle ever holding tight ; And now her song rings through the green hedge-rows, Her milk-kit hoops glitter like silver bright : — I hear her lover singing somewhere out of sight.
Where soars that spire, our rude forefathers prayed ; Thither they came,... from many a thick-leaved dell Year after year, and o'er those footpaths strayed, When summoned by the sounding Sabbath bell, — For in those walls they deemed that God did dwell. And still they sleep within that bell's deep sound.
Yon Spire doth here of no distinction tell ; O'er rich and poor, marble, and earthly mound, The Monument of all, — it marks one common ground.
See yonder smoke, before it curls to Heaven M ingles its blue amid the elm-trees tall ; Shrinking like one who fears to be forgiven, So on the earth again doth prostrate fall, And 'mid the bending green each sin recall.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Hark how the merry bells ring o'er the vale, Now near, remote, or lost, just as it blows.
The red cock sends his voice upon the gale, From the thatched grange his answering rival crows : The milkmaid o'er the dew-bathed meadow goes, Her tucked-up kirtle ever holding tight ; And now her song rings through the green hedge-rows, Her milk-kit hoops glitter like silver bright : — I hear her lover singing somewhere out of sight.
Where soars that spire, our rude forefathers prayed ; Thither they came,... from many a thick-leaved dell Year after year, and o'er those footpaths strayed, When summoned by the sounding Sabbath bell, — For in those walls they deemed that God did dwell. And still they sleep within that bell's deep sound.
Yon Spire doth here of no distinction tell ; O'er rich and poor, marble, and earthly mound, The Monument of all, — it marks one common ground.
See yonder smoke, before it curls to Heaven M ingles its blue amid the elm-trees tall ; Shrinking like one who fears to be forgiven, So on the earth again doth prostrate fall, And 'mid the bending green each sin recall.
What to read after Summer Morning a Poem?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Thomas Miller to read onlineMoreLess
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