by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

At break of day
Language: English 
At break of day fresh beauty gilds the bowers,
And Phoebus joys at light's return;
The birds sing love from nests amid the flowers.
All things in nature with its gladness burn.

At break of day oft times comes bitter sorrow,
That night's dark hours should ever fade
To burning swain who, with the opening morrow,
Must leave his own beloved maid.

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Researcher for this text: Johann Winkler

This text was added to the website: 2020-09-19
Line count: 8
Word count: 62