by Kendall Banning (1879 - 1944)

The morning wind
Language: English 
The morning wind is wooing me;
Her lips have swept my brow.
Was ever dawn so sweet before?
The land so fair as now?

The wanderlust is luring
To wherever roads may lead,
While yet the dew is on the hedge;
So how can I but heed?

The forest whispers of its shade;
Of haunts where we have been,
And where may friends be better made
Than under God’s green inn?

Your mouth is warm and laughing,
And your voice is calling low,
While yet the dew is on the hedge;
So how can I but go?

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