A WHIT-SUN SONG: A New Poem by Bernard Moore
... A WHIT-SUN SONG Brightly comes the morn over dew-pearled meadows, White shine the stars in the hawthorn brake, Tender rise the mists from the night-hung shadows, Starling, thrush, and blackbird pipe the day awake. Then heart, O, my heart from the morning take thy brightness, Drive the dark of doubt with its shades away Calm and clear and cool in the morning's whiteness, Take thy meed of ...