Thy chilling presence, and implore thy soft
And merciful brother,[2] dewy Sleep, to drip
Papaverous balsam on my eyes, and lull
My throbbing temples on his lap to rest!

* * * * *

The day-spring reddens: the first few, faint streaks,
Mingling and brightening o'er the eastern skies,
Announce the upward chariot of the Sun.
Light leaps from Darkness! In the grave of Night
Day lays aside his burial-robes, and dons
His regal crown, and Nature smiles to see
His resurrection, shouting, 'Hail! oh, hail!
Eve's younger[3] brother! and again, all hail!
Thou bright-eyed Morning! fairest among all
Of God's fair creatures! Rise, bright prince, and shine
O'er this green earth, from brooding Darkness won,
From wild, waste Chaos, and the womb of Night!'

[2] [Greek: Entha de Nuktos paides eremnes oiki echousin,
Hypnos kai Thanatos, k. t. l.] HES. THEOG. 1. 758, etc.

[3] Observe the order of collocation in Genesis I: 5.
'And the EVENING and the MORNING were the first day.'

Let _me_ too burst the leaden bands of Sleep,
And while the blinking stars, all faint and pale
With their long watch, recall their courier-rays
To their far orbits; and our earthly stars,
The stars of Fashion, sick and wan as they,
Are wheeling homeward to their feverous rest,
Let _me_ walk forth among the silent groves,
Or through the cool vales snuff the morning air.
How fresh! how breathing! Every draught I take
Seems filled with healthiest life, and sends the blood
Rushing and tingling through my quickened veins,
Like inspiration! How the fluent air,
Fanned into motion by thy breezy wings,
O, fragrant Morning! blows from off the earth
The congregated vapors, dank and foul,
By yesterday coagulate and mixed!
Miasmas steaming up from sunless fens;
The effluvia of vegetable death;
Disease exhaled from pestilential beds,
And Lust's rank pantings and the fumes of wine;
All these, condensed in one pernicious gas
By Noon's hot efflux and the reeking Night,
Thy filtering breezes make as fresh and sweet
As infant slumbers; pure as the virgin's breath
Whispering her first love in the eager ear
Of her heart's chosen.
On this climbing hill,
While, lost in ecstacy, I stand and gaze
On the fresh beauties of a world disrobed,
How does thy searching breath, oh, infant Day!
Inspire the languid