Some morns, some roads, some wakings, some journeys,

Some morns,
You said you take the road
All alone, taking in the the golden ether
Dipped by shine Thine,

You that me told,
All alone, quite
The road, where to away flew
All alone
Almost like you,

And through
The branches of the Tree,
Weaving overhead of you
A folklore of a canopy,

You find always me,
Standing just beside your solitude
Of the sweet morn
Falling all over you,
With splendour of misty shapes
Falling volatile drops of dreamy dew,

There , you find me, love,
Right on the morning's road
All alone, flowing a way,
With you, with the dawn of a beautiful day.



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