Another Prairie Sunrise

I can't resist posting these..

Sunrise

O rising Sun, so fair and gay,

What are you bringing me, I pray,

Of sorrow or of joy today?

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You look as if you meant to please,

Reclining in your gorgeous ease

Behind the bare-branched apple-trees.

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The world is rich and bright, as though

The pillows where your head is low

Had lit the fields of driven snow.

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The hoar-frost on the window turns

Into a wood of giant ferns

Where some great conflagration burns.

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And all my children come again

As lightsome and as free from stain

As those frost-pictures on the pane.

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I would that I could mount on high

And meet you, Sun--that you and I

Had to ourselves the whole wide sky.

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But here my poor soul has to stay,

So tell me, rising Sun, I pray,

What are you bringing me to-day

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What shall this busy brain have thought,

What shall these hands and feet have wrought,

What sorrows shall the hours have brought,

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Before thy brilliant course is run,

Before this new-born day is done,

Before you set, O rising Sun?

Frederick George Scott