Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
MorningSamuel Waddington (18441923)
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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!
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.