Hymn to the Sunrise
The dreamy crags with raucous voices croon
Across the zephyr’s heliotrope career;
I sit contentedly upon the moon
And watch the sunlight trickle round the sphere.
The shiny trill of jagged, feathered rocks
I hear with glee as swift I fly away;
And over waves of subtle, woolly flocks
Crashes the breaking day!
Anonymous.