The Dawning of the day - Mary Fahl
The Dawning of the day This morning early I walked on while my darling was in a dream The last sweet days of summer bloomed and dressed the trees in green Then soaring high in the gleaming sky from far across the bay came a fearsome roar from a distant shore at the dawning of the day Then I called my men to follow me knowing well that the view was dim Though tired and worn, how they fought all ..