The Morning Of Life

Read 'The Morning Of Life' by 'Victor Hugo' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.

The Morning Of Life by Victor Hugo

 ("Le voile du matin.") 
 
 {Bk. V. viii., April, 1822.} 


 The mist of the morning is torn by the peaks, 
 Old towers gleam white in the ray, 
 And already the glory so joyously seeks 
 The lark that's saluting the day. 
 
 Then smile away, man, at the heavens so fair, 
 Though, were you swept hence in the night, 
 From your dark, lonely tomb the owlets would stare 
 At the sun rising newly as bright. 
 
 But out of earth's trammels your soul would have flown 
 Where glitters Eternity's stream, 
 And you shall have waked 'midst pure glories unknown, 
 As sunshine disperses a dream. 


 

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