Dawn

FLAME and flower and the blue, 1While a breath from far Eden blows, And the old earth born anew, 1And the east a bursting rose.

Music of birds and bees, 1Wild and full as the Dorian mood, The whir of the wing, and the breeze 1Bringing the spice of the wood.

Dear the dreams of the night, 1And sweet are the hours that are gone. But sweeter the hour in its flight 1Of a dew-drenched summer dawn!