DAWN
Reading edition
THERE are no sounds of feet Or wagons in the street, So still, so beautiful, With air so fresh and cool. I love the dawn to come— But oh, I know that some Are not so glad as I,— For they must wake to cry.
Reading edition
THERE are no sounds of feet Or wagons in the street, So still, so beautiful, With air so fresh and cool. I love the dawn to come— But oh, I know that some Are not so glad as I,— For they must wake to cry.