Morning

DAWN in the east, and chill dew falling-- Tears of the new-born day; Dew on the lawn, and blackbirds calling, Music and mild mid-May. The lilac, see, wins back the colour Lost on the field of Night See, the spent stars grow dimmer, duller! Look forth, my life's delight! Open your window, lean above me, Rose, my white rose, my song! Leave your white nest, love, if you love me-- Night is so lonely-long. Day is our own, and day's a-breaking; Sweet sleepy eyes of grey, You shall not chide an early waking When Night grows kind as Day!