I <br />On The Dunes <br />HERE all night on the dunes <br />In the rocking wind we sleep; <br />Watched by the sentry stars, <br />Lulled by the drone of the deep. <br />Till hark, in the chill of the dawn <br />A field lark wakes and cries, <br />And over the floor of the sea <br />We watch the round sun rise. <br />The world is washed once more <br />In a tide of purple and gold, <br />And the heart of the land is filled <br />With desires and dreams untold. <br />II <br />Lord Of Morning <br />Lord of morning, light of day, <br />Sacred color-kindling sun, <br />We salute thee in the way, — <br />Pilgrims robed in rose and dun. <br />For thou art a pilgrim too, <br />Overlord of all our band. <br />In thy fervor we renew <br />Quests we do not understand. <br />At thy summons we arise, <br />At thy touch put glory on, <br />And with glad unanxious eyes <br />Take the journey thou hast gone. <br />III <br />The Traveller <br />Before the night-blue fades <br />And the stars are quite gone, <br />I lift my head <br />At the noiseless tread <br />Of the angel of dawn. <br />I hear no word, yet my heart <br />Is beating apace; <br />Then in glory all still <br />On the eastern hill <br />I behold his face. <br />All day through the world he goes, <br />Making glad, setting free; <br />Then his day's work done, <br />On the galleon sun <br />He sinks in the sea.<br /><br />Bliss William Carman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/songs-of-the-grass/
