29.04.2012, 11:03
Morning Peace
The sudden sunbeams slant between the trees
Like solid bars of silver, moonlight kissed,
And strike the sunpine shadows wherethey rest
Streched sleeping; while a timid, new-born Breeze
Stirs through the grasses, petulant - her eyes
Half-blinded by the clinging scarves of mist:
Her robes, that tangled through the grasses twist,
Weave as the moves sweet whispered melodies.
O may it be a morn like this, when slow
From a dark world beneath my soul shall go
Through the wet grasses of a purple plain,
Still streching broader in the cool, grey glow
Of morning twilight; then my soul shall know
That life and love are lost - and found again!
The sudden sunbeams slant between the trees
Like solid bars of silver, moonlight kissed,
And strike the sunpine shadows wherethey rest
Streched sleeping; while a timid, new-born Breeze
Stirs through the grasses, petulant - her eyes
Half-blinded by the clinging scarves of mist:
Her robes, that tangled through the grasses twist,
Weave as the moves sweet whispered melodies.
O may it be a morn like this, when slow
From a dark world beneath my soul shall go
Through the wet grasses of a purple plain,
Still streching broader in the cool, grey glow
Of morning twilight; then my soul shall know
That life and love are lost - and found again!