Rivers to the Sea (Collection)/Morning

For works with similar titles, see Morning.

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MORNING

I went out on an April morning
⁠All alone, for my heart was high,
I was a child of the shining meadow,
⁠I was a sister of the sky.

There in the windy flood of morning
⁠Longing lifted its weight from me,
Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering,
⁠Swept as a sea-bird out to sea.

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