YOU'RE as lovely as a dawn of winds Over the high hills calling: Flush of gold as the last star fades, Sound of waters falling; Here are flowers on the dew-wet green And the throbbing note of a bird unseen! Break o' the day, the dawn is yours, And the hush and the stir and the singing; The poignant scent of a cañon rose A small warm wind is bringing: And, O, the stir of me, lift of me, thrill, As the first light renders fine the hill! Hush o' the night, when the stars are free And the wind brings word of the river; Answering word from the listening dark Where haunted aspens quiver: Yours is the heart of those who pray In the passionate, silent forest way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GHOSTS OF THE BUFFALOES by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 2. OF GRATITUDE by WILLIAM BASSE PSALM 45 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE AUGURY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN LYRIC by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |