Sunrise
Charles Tennyson Turner
1808 to 1879
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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The flaunting leaves and flitting birds withal—
Than this fair glory from the east hath made?
"Thanks be to Heaven," in happy mood I said,
With golden shadows to my secret rooms."
His lustre pierces through the midnight glooms,
What holy sleights hath God, the Lord of all,
I saw my lattice prankt upon the wall,
To say we see not, for the glory comes
As on my bed at dawn I mused and prayed,
And at prime hours, behold! he follows me
To bid us feel and see! We are not free
Nightly and daily, like the flowing sea;
"What sweeter aid my matins could befall
A sunny phantom interlaced with shade;