Meditation of a Lover at Daybreak
I can just see the distant trees
and I wonder whether they will
or will not
bow their tall plumes at your passing
in the carriage of the morning wind:
Or whether they will merely
tremble against the cold dawnlight,
shaking a yellow leaf
to the dew-wet earth.
and I wonder whether they will
or will not
bow their tall plumes at your passing
in the carriage of the morning wind:
Or whether they will merely
tremble against the cold dawnlight,
shaking a yellow leaf
to the dew-wet earth.
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