'Tis the Dawn
Gentle comes the marrow,
erelong I see the sun;
betwixt the waking world,
and the mazed dark, undone.
Harken to the whippoorwill,
as she greets the dawning light.
The glebe dressed in copper rays,
a new day Heaven does indite.
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Legacy Collection by MystresMyna
PoesiMystresMyna is our official Mystres of Chatter here at the Pub. This is a collection of her favorite poems and hopes that it brings cheer to those who read.
