The Early Morning Dew Runs Down the Glass

CXIV The early morning dew runs down the glass As silence with the song of cricket breaks The precipitous night indeed had passed A dawn of hope renewed with light awakes As sparrows carefree pick on fresh cut grass The hollow wind died with the noise it makes The tempest past seems there is peace at last Within the eye of him all conflict takes An ancient gourd ascends the broken wall Felled flowers turn green lemons into sweet When strained relations we would not recall Restored affections find some ways to meet Eternal moments in the stormy gale Did make our hearts as one in peace prevail