MORNING SONG

 



         MORNING SONG   RGAaPoet@aol.com


When I awake, and gems of dew

Lie holy on my window-sill,

They bring to mind sweet thoughts of you,

Waking from dreams behind the hill....


O Angel! -- were you pledged to stay

Beyond reach of my longing arms,

My soul would cry and sigh your way,

To hymn praise to your sacred charms.


Behind the hill, I hear your voice,

Entrancing in the morning air --

And suddenly the clouds rejoice!

And scatter sunshine everywhere!





Copyright  1959, 1980, 1995 by Ronald G. Auguste


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