A Morning Song
Reading edition
You saw my window open wide, And woke me early, sister day! You came in all your lovely pride, With laughing looks that I adore, With wings of blue and grey . . . With sunshine skirts that swept the floor, With songs to drive night’s dreams away, You called me out to play. And so I took you by the hand, And found the way to fairyland . . . With such impatient feet I climb The ladders of delight! For well I know that ruthless time Turns morning moods to tears and night.