DAWN
Once the Dawn among the trees whispered me such words as these:“There was stillness in the valley, there was darkness on the hill,Till my spirit came among them, borne upon a minion breeze,Woke them into light and music and dispelled them with my will.“Where my fingers touched the tresses of the clouds with swift caresses,Burned a splendor like the jewels set to bind a princess’ hair;Softly from my garment shaken fell the gentle dew that blessesEvery sweet and stately blossom meet to make the morning fair.“Then the birds with liquid singing set the leafy woodland ringing,Till the cattle in the meadow waked the joyous songs to mark;And the great, gold sun leaped upward, all the light of heaven bringing—Heart, hast thou a morning also, waiting just beyond the dark?”