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There is a morn - Gordon Getty
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There is a morn Gordon Getty

There is a morn - Gordon Getty
There is a morn by men unseen
Whose maids upon remoter green
Keep their seraphic May
And all day long, with dance and game
And gambol I may never name
Employ their holiday

Here to light measure move the feet
Which walk no more the village street
Nor by the wood are found
Here are the birds that sought the sun
When last year's distaff idle hung
And summer's brows were bound

Ne'er saw I such a wondrous scene
Ne'er such a ring on such a green
Nor so serene array
As if the stars, some summer night
Should swing their cups of Chrysolite
And revel till the day

Like thee to dance, like thee to sing
People upon the mystic green
I ask each new May morn
I wait thy far fantastic bells
Announcing me in other dells
Unto the different dawn!
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