Morning over the Marina
How clear, how lovely bright,
How beautiful to sight
Those beams of morning play;
How heaven laughs out with glee
Where, like a bird set free,
Up from the eastern sea
Soars the delightful day.
p.s. note the authentic “rosy fingers” to the left of the shot…
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January 25, 2016 at 10:10 am
A.E. Housman; Lyric poetry.
So enjoy his work. Would love to read more, but the days lost, I know not how!