Dawn and Sunrise

A silver flute-call! Night

Dons copper lace.

A white gull curves in flight

With slow, smooth grace

Through silences of space.

Tiptoing light as a fawn,

A breeze ballets.

In a mirror-pool, a swan ...

And a white birch sways.

Still ... hushed ... the canyon prays.

In the peace of quietude,

Calm, beautiful,

From the mountain top, cool-dewed,

Comes the miracle:

Pale gold illumes the gull.