HAROLD
MONRO .
AN
IMPRESSION
.
SHE
wakes
at
sunrise
on
her
little
bed,
Knits
her white
hands together
round
her knee ,
Shakes back
her
tangled
hair , lifts
up
her
head,
And
gazes
through
the
casement
at
the
sea .
Full-winged
the
lovely
thoughts
begin
to
glide
Across
the
calm
blue
surface of her
eyes.
The windows
of
her
soul
are
open
wide
Toward
the morning
and
the
summer
skies .
Emerging
from
the
portal
of
the night,
She lingers
with
one foot
upon
the
way ,
Then
springs, a
sudden
vision
of delight,
Swift, with her arms outstretched , to meet the day .
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