Quiet miles of golden sky, <br />And in my heart a sudden flower. <br />I want to clap my hands and cry <br />For Beauty in her secret bower. <br /> <br />Quiet golden miles of dawn— <br />Smiling all the East along ; <br />And in my heart nigh fully blown, <br />A little rose-bud of a song.<br /><br />Francis Ledwidge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dawn-91/
