February Morning by Robert Laurence Binyon

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February Morning by Robert Laurence Binyon
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Lyrics
Peacefully fresh, O February morn Thy winds come to me: quiet the light slants Through silver--bosomed clouds, that slowly borne Across the wide heath, endlessly advance Now 'tis that pause before the leaping Spring When over all things waiting comes a hush; And shyly, listen! the one vocal thing Over his dewy notes lingers the thrush Now life, with all her hindering riddles, seems Simple as its green budding to the tree Awhile the Fates forbеar, and to my dreams Shelterеd awhile from truth, relinquish me In haven and at anchor rides my heart And broods upon its swelling joys apart
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- Robert Laurence Binyon