Poem by George Pope Morris

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.

1. Song of Marion's Men
2. Lisette
3. The Chieftain's Daughter
4. “The Dog-Star Rages”
5. The Tyrant Sway

Marianne Moore Poetry ("I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle")

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