Arthur Henry Adams - Morning Peace lyrics

THE sudden sunbeams slant between the trees Like solid bars of silver. moonlight kissed, And strike the supine shadows where they rest Stretched sleeping; while a timid, new-born Breeze Stirs through the gra**es, petulant—her eyes Half-blinded by the clinging scarves of mist: Her robes, that tangled through the gra**es twist, Weave as she moves sweet whispered melodies. O may it be a morn like this, when slow From a dark world beneath my soul shall go Through the wet gra**es of a purple plain, Still stretching broader in the cool, grey glow Of morning twllight: then my soul shall know That life and love are lost—and found again!