The Morning – Sonnet 40

by Morgan

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Upon the morning stirs her Shimmering Light

As nighttide sleeps the Daytide Smiles;

Proclamation of Engendered Treasure

Beyond the compulsion of pretense and guile.

Untamed the Morning Sings a Blazing Song,

A harp string Reverberating loud;

Unmerited , we watch with shaded eyes

As Creation wakes and Smiles proud.

Listen then, if Breath be in your soul

And let the Music of her Smile Shine;

No other Serenade is as Glorious,

Nor like to Reach within and then Entwine!

With Life and Luster the Morning Radiantly Glows,

Stirring ethereally what seldom shows!

 

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