Paul Laurence Dunbar

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Morning

The mist has left the greening plain,
The dew-drops shine like fairy rain,
The couquette rose awakes again
Her lovely self adorning.
The Wind is hiding in the trees,
A sighing, soothing, laughing tease,
Until the rose says "Kiss me, please,"
'Tis morning, 'tis morning.

With staff in hand and careless-free,
The wanderer fares right jauntily,
For towns and houses are, thinks he,
For scorning, for scorning.
My soul is swift upon the wing,
And in its deeps a song I bring;
Come, Love, and we together sing,
" 'Tis morning, 'tis morning."

This poem appears in the following book(s):

Lyrics Of Sunshine and Shadow

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