New Zealand Verse/Morning
XXXI.
Morning.
Morning passes, never ceases,
Day-break laughs on earth for ever.
Day-break laughs on earth for ever.
Now is the hour of the morning’s prime,—
List to the voices;—sea-sprites hymning!
Wispy clouds from the sea-haze climb,
Rosy gulls in the gold sea swimming:
Waves defying Time’s ageing hand
Dance to the gleaming sand.
List to the voices;—sea-sprites hymning!
Wispy clouds from the sea-haze climb,
Rosy gulls in the gold sea swimming:
Waves defying Time’s ageing hand
Dance to the gleaming sand.
Now is the hour of the morning’s prime,—
Earth lies laughing and Heaven bends over
Bees are a-hum in the banks of thyme,
Bees are a-drone in the fields of clover:
Poppies and cornflowers gem the corn,
And a new world smiles, dew-born.
Earth lies laughing and Heaven bends over
Bees are a-hum in the banks of thyme,
Bees are a-drone in the fields of clover:
Poppies and cornflowers gem the corn,
And a new world smiles, dew-born.
Now is the hour of the morning’s prime,—
Ho,— the revel of rival thrushes!
That’s a blackbird hid in the lime,
Clearly the lark’s lay fills the hushes:
Silver hazes and cloud-wefts sever,—
And such morns break for ever.
Ho,— the revel of rival thrushes!
That’s a blackbird hid in the lime,
Clearly the lark’s lay fills the hushes:
Silver hazes and cloud-wefts sever,—
And such morns break for ever.
Johannes C. Andersen.