Morning\'s first light is always free;
unconstrained by those, carelessly
who walk about, irreverent
in full-light, their pureness spent:
Day\'s dawning colors are so fair
in dusk-cloak\'d dreams,
I would go there—just with thee—
to a world new, unsullied,
\'fore all the nights have passed us through,
and you and I might be at peace.