Orion, and Other Poems

by Charles G.D. Roberts


 

A SONG OF MORNING


 

 
   WEIRD Night has withdrawn
      Her gleaming black tresses,
         And, sighing for sorrow,
   Has fled from the dawn,
Sinking her sleep-woven wings in the west,                  
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      To breathe there her kisses
         On tired hearts that borrow
Her balm of sweet lethe and rest.

   And Morning, upspringing
      From out the gray ocean                                      
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         With rosy-lipped laughter,
   Her yellow locks flinging
Oer forest and fountain, field, fallow, and sky,
      With breezy, bright motion,
         Is hastening after,                                             
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While vapor-veiled glamours sail by.