University of Virginia Library


90

XXXVI. THE WAKING MORN.

1

The blue, the fair eye-blue of Morn,
With fallow cloudings islanded,
Opens in fondness, slumber-born,
O'er the loved earth beneath it spread:

2

And, kissing it from balmy sleeping,
Lies on its breast in smiles of light;
And hastes, joy-showers of dew-tears weeping,
To realise the dreams of night!