New Zealand Verse/Morning

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XXXI.

Morning.

Morning passes, never ceases,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.
Now is the hour of the morning’s prime,— Earth lies laughing and Heaven bends overBees 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.
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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.

Johannes C. Andersen.

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