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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