Dawn
So begins the day, Solid, chill, and grey, But my heart will wake Happy for your sake; Singing like a child, No more tossed and wild, Quiet as a flower In this first grey hour.
So my heart will wake Happy, for your sake.
Frances Cornford
So begins the day, Solid, chill, and grey, But my heart will wake Happy for your sake; Singing like a child, No more tossed and wild, Quiet as a flower In this first grey hour.
So my heart will wake Happy, for your sake.
The day begins cold, solid, and grey, but the speaker feels an inner warmth that has nothing to do with the weather. She addresses someone she loves, saying her heart wakes up happy simply “for your sake.” The love she feels settles her: her heart is no longer restless or “tossed and wild,” but…
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