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SUNRISE ABOVE BROAD WHEAT-FIELDS by WILLIAM SHARP

First Line: THE PALE TINTS OF THE TWILIGHT FIELDS
Last Line: SINGS AS THOUGH GOD HIS SINGING HEARD.
Subject(s): DAWN; SINGING & SINGERS; SUNRISE;
The pale tints of the twilight fields
Have turned into burnished gold,
For waves of yellow light have rolled
From the open'd east across the wealds;
While 'mid the wheat spires far behind
Stirs lazily the awaken'd wind.

A skylark high (a song-made bird)
Sings as though God his singing heard.



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