The Dawn

At the birth of the morn
When the shadows pass by,
And the heart of the world
Sings in the sunlit sky,
I see the rose unfold,
In the light’s warm embrace,
And the beauty of creation
Brightens my weary face.

O tender-hearted morning,
With your hues of gold and blue,
My soul stirs in the dawning
And finds its rest in you.

• A E George William Russell