Before the Break of DayMilly JourdainThe silence of these hours before the dawnIs like a world beneath the seaWaiting in a dim, enchanted lightFor morning's new felicity.At last there comes a distant breathless soundOf bird songs, growing still more near,Until the air is full of thrilling notes,The sweetest music men can hear.But now the rain has washed it all away,The silent world beneath the sea,And all the plants are drinking deep of hopeAnd love of life's immensity.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Here's a Milly Jourdain poem for the last week of February.
Another mixed bag, quality-wise. But the underwater comparison is lovely.