Frisking on the splendor of dawn

Why is it, this opus I fear? 

Of beauteous sparkle of sun on woods and mere, 

And melodies of the feathered friend that put me to smile

Burling on my bed; with these thoughts so queer

Lazy I, Oh! Lazy I from a chamber in the aisle

Brawling with this lethargically wile

And when push comes to shove nonetheless  

For I am now keen, keen enough to mile 

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Dreams in the Dawn

And this drought breeze through my body, this drought a bless

Of Mother Nature; this land of aqua, soul and cress

Adrift I be in this notion of paradise 

Unleashed; a free bird I be from diurnal stress

My owl sleeps, as the dawn dies

And of my wolf, no more it cries

As it is eminent, my sun will rise

And it is eminent, my sun will rise.

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