DAWN WIND
Reading edition
Wind of the Dawn am I, and only She Who knows the music of my every song Can hear the whisper lingering along Melodiously. Melodiously along the moonlit corn, With silver fingering all my peaceful way, I nightly wander towards another day Soon to be born. Lo! from the East he comes; and I rejoice And throbbing on into the ruddy light Leap like a giant from the dying night With organ voice. Along the rosy, misty, magic lands That gleam above each dewy-scented lea The children of the morning welcome me And clap their hands.