I yield,

To the morning haze that engulfs my spirits;


I yield.


For Mother Nature calls,

My body withdraws;

I am within and without.




I know not why

My slumbers break with the sunrise.

My inner and outer worlds meddle and wed,


And I am one.


The birds sing me a tune of old,

As though they hold the secret of my soul.


My soul—in flight with the birds of old—

Says ‘I shall not rest

‘till my flight is turned into song!’


And so I traverse between

Heart and Reason,

‘till my entire being gives way to sunrise, and

Tranquility is my one and only



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