When I did wake this morn from sleep, It seemed I heard birds in a dream; Then I arose to take the air -- The lovely air that made birds scream; Just as a green hill launched the ship Of gold, to take its first clear dip. And it began its journey then, As I came forth to take the air; The timid Stars had vanished quite, The Moon was dying with a stare; Horses, and kine, and sheep were seen, As still as pictures, in fields green. It seemed as though I had surprised And trespassed in a golden world That should have passed while men still slept! The joyful birds, the ship of gold, The horses, kine, and sheep did seem As they would vanish for a dream.
Song Cycle by Rutland Boughton (1878 - 1960)
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- by William Henry Davies (1871 - 1940), "Early morn", appears in Nature Poems and Others, first published 1908 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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