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Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.

Morning

Samuel Waddington (1844–1923)

NOW o’er the topmost pine,

The distant pine-clad peak,

There dawns a golden streak

Of light, an orient line:—

Phoebus, the light is thine,

Thine is the glory,—seek

Each dale and dewy creek,

And in full splendour shine!

Thy steeds now chafe and fret

To scour the dusky plain:

Speed forth with flashing rein,

Speed o’er the land,—and yet,

Ah! linger in this lane,

Kissing each violet.