Morning

The sun smashed through a wall of clouds,
The willows jumped. A flower said to the stream,
— It's very rude of him to come like that!
He waked me suddenly and spoiled a dream! —

The stream laughed. — Oh, it's late enough, — she said.
— The clouds were trying to hold morning back.
You've missed a veery that came tumbling down
Scattering star dust on a shining track — .
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