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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MORNING, by AGNES M. CHATHAM
First Line: When through the clouds the sun's first ray
Last Line: And tumble from their beds.
Subject(s): Morning
First Line: When through the clouds the sun's first ray
Last Line: And tumble from their beds.
Subject(s): Morning
When through the clouds the sun's first ray
Comes darting swift and bright,
The moon slips silently away
Before the coming light.
The fairies dance away in glee
To sleep beneath the ferns,
From school and lessons they are free
Until the moon returns.
The birds awake and sing their best,
The flowers lift their heads,
The children waken from their rest
And tumble from their beds.
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