The Spirit of the Dawn I love the morning, in that light The grey things lose their coldness, And the great sun rolls over the land; The autumn leaves and the eagle skies. I love to see the soaring clouds, The bluepavilions in which birds cry, But I must turn – for oh the seasons! They wake the sighing heart that heaves. And when the centre of the dawn shall glow, Oh, the soaring white must mark my soul!
- Julian Grenfell