The Coming of the Dawn

I met a bright and cheery girl
one dark and dreary day
who had a smile to frighten fear
and chase the

There's Silver Threads

There's silver threads across the sky,

New morning wonders, there up high.

We look for daybreak,

Camping near Weaverville
     for Jill

Blind with sleep and darkness,
Ataxic with long inaction,
Insensate,

 Reddish-yellow leaves speckled with fresh-crisp dew

 little robin sings a mulberry tune.

 The goose

All is darkness, swelling with the moon and stars.

Around you, fog creeps in, Before dawn.

The air is calm, the animals