Excerpt from Memories of Childhood and Other Poems The Wakers The joyous morning ran and kissed the grassAnd drew his fingers through her sleeping hair, And cried, Before thy flowers are well awakeRise, and the lingering darkness from thee shake. Before the daisy and the sorrel buyTheir brightness back from that close-folding night, Come, and the shadows from thy bosom shake, Awake from thy thick sleep, awake, awake! Then the grass of that mounded meadow stirredAbove the Roman bones that may t stirThough joyous morning whispered, shouted, sang: The grass stirred as that happy music rang. O, what a wondrous rustling everywhere!The steady shadows shook and thinned and died, The shining grass flashed brightness back for brightness, And sleep was gone, and there was heavenly lightness. As if she had found wings, light as the wind, The grass flew, bent with the wind, from east to west, Chased by one wild grey cloud, and flashing allHer dews for happiness to hear morning call... But even as I stepped out the brightness dimmed, I saw the fading edge of all delight.The sober morning waked the drowsy herds, And there was the old scolding of the birds. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.