Ode To Dawn

‘Dawn climbing yon eastern hill’ ‘Dawn with a crown and scepter walked’ ‘Dawn climbing the hill of Fiesole’ All these describe Your genesis of life And ushering of day Good news Dispelling solitude And black despair. For you the Graces will out of the hidden lair arise before they could with sleepy eyes and still by sweet Morpheus potioned moving listlessly and talking prattle and chatting like small girls coming out of the lecture room Sweet Dawn reminder of the way The cycles of life Will come and go: As Night hath closed the day Another leaf you open Another day And so the cycle starts again. In you The scars that Earth Hath gotten in the day That went before Are as in ablution solved In you sweet river In your waters fresh As the Indian in Ganges His cleansing makes; As the Greek fauns and elves That in waters sacred laved And turned to reeds and grass And then all back again At will transforming them. You too You too Sweet Ode to-day Hath marked A new Beginning in my poesy: In line with your namesake And where Sweet Dawn has trod This early morning day I will let flowers grow Out of the dewy grass: And violets appear Where soil bare soil before Was in the night before When Philomel last Rang out her lay With grace and harmony To the admiring moon That gladly shone Its languid rays to where Our nightingale sang: And I And I My lyre will take My hands are strong My hands are fresh And flows in my mind The river of Poesy: And o’er my brow The Muse now kisses me. And with me here On this small hill That overlooks my town Fair Botticelli On his canvas paints: And birds ring out into the sky And waters gurgle in the flossy mill And sheep and cows and The Muse now kisses me And here I see The Graces coming too And so Together we Will make new life again In Dawn In my sweet poesy This Dawn.