The mist has left the greening plain,
The dew-drops shine like fairy rain,
The coquette rose awakes again
Her lovely self adorning.

The Wind is hiding in the trees,
A sighing, soothing, laughing tease,
Until the rose says “Kiss me, please,”
‘Tis morning, ’tis morning.

With staff in hand and careless-free,
The wanderer fares right jauntily,
For towns and houses are, thinks he,
For scorning, for scorning.
My soul is swift upon the wing,
And in its deeps a song I bring;
Come, Love, and we together sing,
“‘Tis morning, ’tis morning.”

Analysis, meaning and summary of Paul Laurence Dunbar's poem Morning


  1. Trudy Shines says:

    Many have been trying to find the poem that begins: “Lias, Lias, Bless de Lawd!”… but have been able to find this classical poem. The name of the poem is “In the Morning”. So now put this name in google along with the author’s name, Paul Dunbar and you will get the full poem. Have a great day.

  2. TRUDY SHINES says:

    the poem that many are looking for is called “In the Morning” not Sympathy or just “Morning”
    It begins “Lias!, Lias, Bless de Lawd!…”

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