Rivers to the Sea (Collection)/Morning

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For works with similar titles, see Morning.
For other versions of this work, see Morning (Teasdale).

Macmillan Company, page 46


I went out on an April morning
All alone, for my heart was high,
I was a child of the shining meadow,
I was a sister of the sky.

There in the windy flood of morning
Longing lifted its weight from me,
Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering,
Swept as a sea-bird out to sea.