Thoughts at Sunrise
by Robert Bulwer-Lytton (“Owen Meredith”) (1831-1891)

         The lark leaves the earth,
               With the dew on his breast,
         And my love’s at the birth,
               And my life’s at the best,
What bliss shall I bid the beam bring thee
                           To-day, love?
What care shall I bid the breeze fling thee
                           Away, love?
What song shall I bid the bird sing thee,
                           O say, love?
         For the beam, and the breeze,
         And the birds—all of these
(Because thou hast loved me) my bidding obey, love.
         Now the lark’s in the light,
               And the dew on the bough,
         And my heart’s at the height
               Of the day that dawn’s now.

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