Morning Peace

THE sudden sunbeams slant between the trees

Like solid bars of silver. moonlight kissed,

And strike the supine shadows where they rest

Stretched sleeping; while a timid, new-born Breeze

Stirs through the grasses, petulant — her eyes

Half-blinded by the clinging scarves of mist:

Her robes, that tangled through the grasses twist,

Weave as she moves sweet whispered melodies.

O may it be a morn like this, when slow

From a dark world beneath my soul shall go

Through the wet grasses of a purple plain,

Still stretching broader in the cool, grey glow

Of morning twllight: then my soul shall know

That life and love are lost — and found again!