Dawn

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Title:     Dawn
Author: David Morton [More Titles by Morton]

The thousand muffled noises of the dawn:
The drowsy stir of birds, surprised from sleep,
The faint applause of leaves above the lawn,
The bleat, far off, of closely-cabined sheep,--
Are like dim perfumes blowing down the stairs,
All sweetly prescient of the coming day,--
And less like sounds, than little tender airs
Gone softly shod and happily astray.

The later sleepers, where the garden lies,
Such heavy-lidded ladies as the rose,
Hear the soft tumult with a dim surprise,
There, where an early wind as roundsman goes,
To rouse each languid, over-sleepy head,
And shame them that they lie so long abed.

[The end]
David Morton's poem: Dawn

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