Classic Poem

Whether awaken'd from unquiet rest
 I watch “the opening eyelids of the Morn,”
When thou, O Sun! from Ocean's silver'd breast
 Emerging, bidst another day be born—
Or whether in thy path of cloudless blue,
 Thy noontide fires I mark with dazzled eyes;
Or to the West thy radiant course pursue,
 Veil'd in the gorgeous broidery of the skies,
Celestial lamp! thy influence bright and warm
 That renovates the world with life and light
Shines not for me—for never more the form
 I loved—so fondly loved, shall bless my sight;
And nought thy rays illumine, now can charm
 My misery, or to day convert my night!