'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.
Legacy Collection by MystresM...
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