The Dawn

A day appeared, driving back the night

the darkness, Sol speared, bleeding it takes flight

clouds march in their ranks, advancing onward

the wind harries their flanks, and with them sparred

darkness it retreats, again dawn repeats


Flowers dance and sway, and avians sing

of victorious day, and darkness losing

seen a bounding deer, and gambolling fawns

who nothing do fear, on their emerald lawns

for night is now gone, its advancing dawn


Free from all worry, or consuming doubt

no need to hurry, lover their love flout

they the workman greets, cheerfully he smiles

at all that he meets, and nothing him riles

employment he has, but nothing too crass


‘Tis a joyous time, a song on his tongue

‘tis a beating rhyme, bursting from his lung

the long night has passed, and the day has come

shadows once which massed, have slithered here from

the dark has no hold, for daylights grown bold