NEW MORNING

NEW MORNING

In dawn I stand, in light's new power,

refreshed by rising day.

Day-colour seems a wonder now;

the dark of night is swept away.

Yet through the darkness and the deep,

strange kingdom of the dream, dear sleep

revitalised my limbs;

and billowed away

worn yesterday.

And so I stand, in new and mind-bright hour,

as this new morning shines,

renewed-

as new as these new lines

I've written now,

as new as time's new way

I've never seen;

as new as this new day...

that's never been.