Dawn
Quiet miles of golden sky,
And in my heart a sudden flower.
I want to clap my hands and cry
For Beauty in her secret bower.
Quiet golden miles of dawn—
Smiling all the East along ;
And in my heart nigh fully blown,
A little rose-bud of a song.
Probable date of writing 1916This poem taken from "Last Songs" by Francis Ledwidge, Published by Herbert Jenkins, London 1918 page 43checked and verified JS
