Morning

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Title:     Morning
Author: Hilda Conkling [More Titles by Conkling]

There is a brook I must hear
Before I go to sleep.
There is a birch tree I must visit
Every night of clearness.
I have to do some dreaming,
I have to listen a great deal,
Before light comes back
By a silver arrow of cloud,
And I rub my eyes and say
It must be morning on this hill!

[The end]
Hilda Conkling's poem: Morning

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