William Shakespeare on Morning
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“An hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd from the golden window of the east.”
“The day begins to break, and night is fled, Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.”
“Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.”
“But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.”
“The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night, Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.”
“The busy day, Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows, And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer.”
“As when the golden sun salutes the morn, And, having gilt the ocean with his beams, Gallops the zodiac in his glistening coach.”