Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met
Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,
And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,
Shows not her sleeve of grey to know her by.
Woke early, I arose and thought that first
In winter-time of all the world was I.
The old owls might have hallooed if they durst,
But joy just then was up and whistled by
A merry tune which I had known full long,
But could not to my [mem'ry]1 wake it back,
Until the ploughman changed it to the song.
O happiness, how simple is thy track!
-Tinged like the willow shoots, the east's young brow
Glows red and finds thee singing at the plough.
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1 Clare: "memory"
Submitted by David K. Smythe
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