Thomas MacDonagh

At Dawn

Lo! 'tis the lark
Out in the sweet of the dawn!
Springing up from the dew of the lawn,
Singing over the gurth and the park!--
O Dawn, red rose to change my life's grey story!
O Song, mute lips burning to lyric glory!
O Joy!  Joy of the lark,
Over the dewy lawn,
Over the gurth and the park,
In the sweet of the dawn!