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Morning Joy: Claude Mckay, 1889 - 1948

The poem describes the contrast between a dark, snowy night where the speaker hears the moaning wind and feels sorrow, and a bright dawn where the sun rises over the river, blessing the speaker's soul so it soars like a bird into the sky to greet the sun and experience eternity. The night brings ghostly whiteness, darkness, and pain carried by the wind, while the morning brings gold, laughter, and the speaker's soul lifted by the sun's happy spirit.

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Morning Joy: Claude Mckay, 1889 - 1948

The poem describes the contrast between a dark, snowy night where the speaker hears the moaning wind and feels sorrow, and a bright dawn where the sun rises over the river, blessing the speaker's soul so it soars like a bird into the sky to greet the sun and experience eternity. The night brings ghostly whiteness, darkness, and pain carried by the wind, while the morning brings gold, laughter, and the speaker's soul lifted by the sun's happy spirit.

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Morning Joy

Claude McKay, 1889 - 1948

At night the wide and level stretch of wold,


Which at high noon had basked in quiet gold,
Far as the eye could see was ghostly white;
Dark was the night save for the snows weird light.
I drew the shades far down, crept into bed;
Hearing the cold wind moaning overhead
Through the sad pines, my soul, catching its pain,
Went sorrowing with it across the plain.
At dawn, behold! the pall of night was gone,
Save where a few shrubs melancholy, lone,
Detained a fragile shadow. Golden-lipped
The laughing grasses heavens sweet wine sipped.
The sun rose smiling oer the rivers breast,
And my soul, by his happy spirit blest,
Soared like a bird to greet him in the sky,
And drew out of his heart Eternity.

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