The Dawn Wind.
At two o’clock in the morning, if you open your window and
You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun.
And the trees in the shadow rustle, and the trees in the moonlight
And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is
So do the cows in the field. They graze for an hour and lie down,
Dozing and chewing the cud; or a bird in the ivy wakes,
Chirrups one note and is still, and the restless Wind stares on,
Fidgeting far down the road, till, softly, the darkness breaks.
Back comes the Wind full strength with a blow like an angel’s
Gentle but waking the world, as he shouts: “The Sun! The
And the light floods over the fields and the birds begin to sing,
And the Wind dies…
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