Monday, December 25, 2006

The Task - Book V
by William Cowper

'The Winter Morning Walk' (Extract)

'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb
Ascending, fires the horizon; while the clouds,
That crowd away before the driving wind,
More ardent as the disk emerges more,
Resemble most some city in a blaze,
Seen through the leafless wood.

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