Morning Peace

THE sudden sunbeams slant between the trees
 Like solid bars of silver. moonlight kissed,
 And strike the supine shadows where they rest
 Stretched sleeping; while a timid, new-born Breeze
 Stirs through the grasses, petulant—her eyes
 Half-blinded by the clinging scarves of mist:
 Her robes, that tangled through the grasses twist,
 Weave as she moves sweet whispered melodies.  
  O may it be a morn like this, when slow
 From a dark world beneath my soul shall go
 Through the wet grasses of a purple plain,
 Still stretching broader in the cool, grey glow
 Of morning twllight: then my soul shall know
 That life and love are lost—and found again!