Daybreak by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow — Read

A wind came up out of the sea, / And said, "O mists, make room for me."

It hailed the ships, and cried, "Sail on, / Ye mariners, the night is gone."

And hurried landward far away, / Crying, "Awake! it is the day."

It said unto the forest, "Shout! / Hang all your leafy banners out!"

It touched the wood-bird's folded wing, / And said, "O bird, awake and sing."

And o'er the farms, "O chanticleer, / Your clarion blow; the day is near."

It whispered to the fields of corn, / "Bow down, and hail the coming morn."

It shouted through the belfry-tower, / "Awake, O bell! proclaim the hour."

It crossed the churchyard with a sigh, / And said, "Not yet! in quiet lie. "