Morning Fair

Morning fair Greetings to this morning fair, And good-bye to dreams of fancy, Hello to signs of forgotten times Here tied to our kingdoms passing; Though we hear a word for passions spent, We mourn its quick demise Far beyond a flickering star Feel the time when daylight brakes Into a mountains silver beauty, And sound the words of poet’s thought In this time of change; Let come the worth to this naked earth As a crimson sunlight shines Into this morning fair By M.Norton marklnorton@shaw.ca