A wind came up out of the sea, <br />And said, 'O mists, make room for me.' <br /> <br />It hailed the ships, and cried, 'Sail on, <br />Ye mariners, the night is gone.' <br /> <br />And hurried landward far away, <br />Crying, 'Awake! it is the day.' <br /> <br />It said unto the forest, 'Shout! <br />Hang all your leafy banners out!' <br /> <br />It touched the wood-bird's folded wing, <br />And said, 'O bird, awake and sing.' <br /> <br />And o'er the farms, 'O chanticleer, <br />Your clarion blow; the day is near.' <br /> <br />It whispered to the fields of corn, <br />'Bow down, and hail the coming morn.' <br /> <br />It shouted through the belfry-tower, <br />'Awake, O bell! proclaim the hour.' <br /> <br />It crossed the churchyard with a sigh, <br />And said, 'Not yet! in quiet lie.'<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daybreak-birds-of-passage-flight-the-first/
