Herbert Price - Morning lyrics

Slow mists were on the ridges all around, And in the kloofs; and on the mountain-side They moved and swayed, a softly flowing tide That rose against the rocks without a sound, Then circled back upon the lower ground In folding mazes that would not abide A moment there, but wandered far and wide In billowy waves no shores were set to bound. Our raptured souls were in that magic sea, And in those wreaths that journeyed with the wind Were all our thoughts, and in each eager mind The beauty of that morning mystery Became an exultation, yet to be Remembered when our mortal eyes are blind.