THE DEWS OF DAWN
On miry tracks with ponderous thoughts
released from adamantine chains
she walked alone in dishabille
suppressing pained ingratitude.
Undeterred by remonstrance
and held in liberties embrace
with attitude of meek repose
she stood in subtle symmetry.
She smiled with natural impulses
and at her feet the river tinged
in blue beneath a trellised bridge
her profile framed by arches.
And there upon the morning grass
beneath a cloud of waning tears
she drank the dews of dawn.