Lake Lyrics and Other Poems

by William Wilfred Campbell


 

MORNING ON THE BEACH

(Lake Huron, June.)


 

SEE the night is beginning to fail,
    The stars have lost half of their glow;
As though all the flowers in a garden did pale,
    When a rose is beginning to blow.

And the breezes that herald the dawn,

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    Blown round from the caverns of day;
Lift the film of dark from the heavens bare lawn,
    Cool and sweet as they come up this way.

And this mighty swayed bough of the lake
    Rocks cool where the morning hath smiled;

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While the dim, misty dome of the world scarce awake
    Blushes rose, like the cheek of a child.