2. Morning
Will there really be a morning?
Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see it from the mountains if I were as
tall as they?
Has it feet like water lilies?
Has it feathers like a bird?
Is it brought from famous countries of which
I’ve never heard?
Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor!
Oh, some wise man from the skies!
Please to tell a little pilgrim where the place
called morning lies!
Author – Emily Dickinson
3. So this is autumn
Now far and near on field and hill
We watch the death of chlorophyll
As earl autumn rushes in
With xantophyll and carotin
I hold that ignorance is bliss
Considering the fact that this
Is how a botanist perceives
The colourings of autumn leaves.
Author – W.W Watt
4. The Sea Gypsy
I am fevered with the sunset
I am fretful with the bay
For the wander-thirst is on me
And my soul is in Cathay.
There’s a schooner in the offing,
With her topsails shot with fire,
And my heart has gone aboard her
For the Islands of Desire.
I must forth again to-morrow!
With the sunset I must be
Hull down on the trail of rapture
In the wonder of the sea.
Author – Richard Hovey