Poetry: Dark before Dawn

Now here at a corner of my own comfort
I am but a stranger in my own little way
When I rise early and sitting to wait
A morning passing that shall remain
Glorious, amiable and without strife

Let me not be in the terror of the world
That obscure my labour and infirmity
But to answer for myself on this day
As the downhill wind flows across
And softly loose the colours of fury

And that I may see through this morning
With all my comforts and sufferings
And be glad that I would not go heavily
But in the same way calm and as before
Without confusing the whole assembly
Knowing not where I will lay tomorrow



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