The rosy fingers of the Dawn appear,
To paint the waking skies in hues of gold;
Yet as the shadows fade and disappear,
‘Tis but thy visage that my thoughts behold.
Before the lark begins his morning flight,
Or steaming cups dispel the drowsy haze,
My spirit seeks thee, chasing off the night,
To crown with love the promise of our days.
Though soft the linen where we lately lay,
And sweet the slumber of a tranquil mind,
Thy radiance outshines the sun of May,
Leaving all gloom and sorrow far behind.
Arise, my love, and greet the vibrant air,
For nature blooms to grace thy lovely feet;
I send a kiss upon the breeze so fair,
To make thy waking moment bright and sweet.
In the tradition of the great Romantics, this piece juxtaposes the majesty of nature’s awakening with the internal awakening of the heart. It suggests that while the sun warms the earth, it is love that truly warms the soul, making every morning a sacred opportunity for devotion.
