Morning (Bright from the east)

Bright from the east pours the radiance new
     Flooding the World so fair,
To diamonds & pearls transmuting the dew,
     And kindling with glory the air.

From forest or orchard the notes of some bird,
     That sings from the tremendous spray
A jubilant song of thanksgiving is heard,
     For the birth of another glad day.

With Melodious murmurs the rivulets flow
     From founts at the base of the hill;
With embraces & kisses they meet far below
     And repose in the lake hushed & still.

Watching their slumbers, the sentinel trees
     Encircle the couch of their love,
With aeolian music the zephyr-like breeze
     Sings through the green branches above.