George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис)

Poetry

To me the world's an open book
 Of sweet and pleasant poetry;
I read it in the running brook
 That sings its way toward the sea.
It whispers in the leaves of trees,
 The swelling grain, the waving grass,
And in the cool, fresh evening breeze
 That crisps the wavelets as they pass.

The flowers below, the stars above,
 In all their bloom and brightness given,
Are, like the attributes of love,
 The poetry of earth and heaven.
Thus Nature's volume, read aright,
 Attunes the soul to minstrelsy,
Tinging life's clouds with rosy light,
 And all the world with poetry.

George Pope Morris’s other poems:

  1. The Deserted Bride
  2. The Ball-Room Belle
  3. Woman
  4. Boat-Song
  5. Land-Ho!

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • James McIntyre (Джеймс Макинтайр) Poetry (“Poetry to us is given”)
  • Florence Coates (Флоренс Коутс) Poetry (“One spot of green, watered by hidden streams”)
  • Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Poetry (“Sometimes I tremble like a storm-swept flower”)




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