The morning is new and the skies are fresh washed with light, <br />The day cometh in with the sun and I awake laughing. <br /> <br />Hasten, belov`ed! <br />For see, while you were yet sleeping <br />The cool and virgin feet of dawn went soundless over grey meadows, <br /> <br />And the earth is requickened under her touch. <br />The vision that came with gradual steps departeth in an instant; <br />Hasten, let it be unbeheld of your eyes.<br /><br />Adelaide Crapsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aubade-17/
