A NEW DAY

Here's a new day. O Pendulum move slowly!
My usual clothes are waiting on their peg.
I am alive - this I.

I think of all the others who awaken,
And wonder if they go to meet the morning
More valiantly than I;

O cool glad pasture; living tree, tall corn,
Great cliff, or languid sloping sand, cold sea,
Waves; rivers curving: you, eternal flowers,
Give me content, while I can think of you:
Give me your living breath!

(Harold Monro)

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