Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MY LADY OF DAWN, by RAY CLARKE ROSE


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MY LADY OF DAWN, by                    
First Line: My lady rises with the day
Last Line: Because they 're hers I love them.
Subject(s): Admiration; Gardens & Gardening; Love; Morning; Women


My Lady rises with the day,
The Morning runs to greet her;
But vexed Diana flies away—
The Maid is so much sweeter!
Down flowered paths My Lady trips
On trimmest feet and slender,
Her gown held up by finger tips
Like roses, pink and tender.

She lifts her skirts so prettily
And shows such ankles, truly,
I long to comment wittily
And praise perhaps unduly.
With laughter in her wooing voice
She sings, and all around her
The song birds of the Dawn rejoice
Because, at last, they 've found her.

Where'er she treads the grasses bow
Devotedly before her
With gifts of jeweled dew—I trow
She has one more adorer!
The blossoms are old-fashioned—yes,
And she the rarest of them.
She plucks them, and—I must confess
Because they 're hers I love them.





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