in the damp corner of the morning yard
where grey and quiet many secrets wait
this is the time when nature stand unbarred
not yet for us is life or fortune marred
by force of life or family or state
in the damp corner of the morning yard
where not a bird or beast now stands on guard
all fast asleep and seeming just to wait
this is the time when nature stands unbarred
to wary eyes and life seems not so hard
as we are told and we may now create
in the damp corner of the morning yard
a better world with choices not so hard
with sweeter wisdom and a kinder fate
this is the time when nature stands unbarred
one lucid moment before light is marred
and all our knowledges begin to grate
in the damp corner of the morning yard
this is the time when nature stands unbarred
Feb 20, 2010
Feb 20, 2010 at 8:46 AM UTC
in the damp corner of the morning yard
where grey and quiet many secrets wait
this is the time when nature stand unbarred
not yet for us is life or fortune marred
by force of life or family or state
in the damp corner of the morning yard
where not a bird or beast now stands on guard
all fast asleep and seeming just to wait
this is the time when nature stands unbarred
to wary eyes and life seems not so hard
as we are told and we may now create
in the damp corner of the morning yard
a better world with choices not so hard
with sweeter wisdom and a kinder fate
this is the time when nature stands unbarred
one lucid moment before light is marred
and all our knowledges begin to grate
in the damp corner of the morning yard
this is the time when nature stands unbarred
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