Golden Dawn
Language: English 
Day came like a dove to the apple trees and the wheat.
Her feathers were golden as love and silver her feet.
A song or a show'r shook the sweet leaf shadows apart,
and like the white moth on the flow'r clung the dream to my heart.
And I know not now what the dawn made dear to me there,
but gold was the light on the bough, and silver the air.

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)


Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 6
Word count: 72