If I could of your beauty, voice, then I an songster be,
behold the dawn approaching day in chanting morning glee.
And I would sing as warblers do when knowing they're in love;
as hum the bees, so croaks the toad; make coo the turtle dove.
And I a breeze would dare caress the wakening from your dreams,
the ever dawning myths of light disrobing nightly themes.
To bathe the sleep from virgin eyes, to see a day anew,
and read the verse of perfectness in early morning dew.
Oh, I would dance the blooming rays 'fore morn but disappears;
a waltzing with the harvesters in hosting balladeers.
Where once but dreams now orchards bear sweet berries of the vine;
and I would press the flesh of love of morning into wine.
As I would seek a maiden fair I would a poem compose,
I'd revel in resplendent verse, e'ermore in love's repose.
Of thee and only thee so scribed in blessed morning light;
my words a rising o'er the day to rouse the lark to flight.
To hail the dawning of the day for night is nearly done;
I grasped for words beyond my reach, beyond what I'd begun.
When strucken by such beauty with what verse could I adorn,
of the splendours in declaring, the advent of the morn.
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Tony Grannell (
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nicely written
Hello, Friendship,
Thank you very much,
Wishing you all the best,
Tony.
Romantically splendid with such wonderful images. It sets love to music. Nicely done Tony
Hello, Soren,
Delighted once again for your visit. I always find the most interesting, my friend.
Fond regards,
Tony.
Have a wonderful day and you are most welcome
As a Reader of Coleridge and Co: I really enjoyed this Write.
A fave
Hello, Kevin,
A bit of a romantic are you? As am I. I am most pleased that you enjoyed this one.
All the best,
Tony.
Yes. Love the Romantics. 👍
Oh, Tony, what a lovely piece! You've got me wanting to get up early tomorrow just to appreciate the world a little more! LOL! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Hello, Tristan,
To miss the dawn is to miss the art of everything. So it's early to bed for you. Lol!
All the best,
Tony.
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