The Nightingale at Dawn

I heard a nightingale
Sing from the depths of the gloom,
Her song a silver thread
Woven through the morning’s bloom.
As dawn cast away the night
With its soft, gentle light,
I felt in the utter stillness,
A new world springing bright.

The dew on the blades glistened,
The flowers lifted their heads,
And the earth in her gladness
Awoke from her silent beds.

• A E George William Russell