Ode On The Pleasure Arising From Vicissitude
Now
the
golden
Morn
aloft
Waves
her
dew-bespangled
wing,
With
vermeil
cheek,
and
whisper
soft
She
woos
the
tardy
Spring:
Till
April
starts,
and
calls
around
The
sleeping
fragrance
from
the
ground;
And
lightly
o'er
the
living
scene
Scatters
his
freshest,
tenderest
green.
New-born
flocks,
in
rustic
dance,
Frisking
ply
their
feeble
feet;
Forgetful
of
their
wintry
trance
The
birds
his
presence
greet:
But
chief,
the
skylark
warbles
high
His
trembling
thrilling
ecstasy;
And,
lessening
from
the
dazzled
sight,
Melts
into
air
and
liquid
light.
Rise,
my
soul!
on
wings
of
fire,
Rise
the
rapt'rous
choir
among;
Hark!
'tis
Nature
strikes
the
lyre,
And
leads
the
general
song:
…
Yesterday
the
sullen
year
Saw
the
snowy
whirlwind
fly;
Mute
was
the
music
of
the
air,
The
herd
stood
drooping
by:
Their
raptures
now
that
wildly
flow,
No
yesterday,
nor
morrow
know;
Thomas Gray
Thomas Gray (born Dec. 26, 1716, London—died July 30, 1771, Cambridge, Cambridgeshire, Eng.) English poet whose “An Elegy Written in a Country Church Yard” is one of the best known of English lyric poems. Although his literary output was slight, he was the dominant poetic figure in the mid-18th century and a precursor of the Romantic movement.