The Gold of Morning
In the fiery gold of morning,
two strolling lovers blazed,
and wandered through the valley
where a sable stallion grazed.
And the stallion sent a greeting
that made the valley ring,
as from the weighted apple tree,
a mockingbird began to sing.
Songs from all its travels
flowed from its memory,
and the lovers listened, arms entwined,
as still as still could be.
And when it leapt into the sky,
the two resumed their walk,
dew, like diamonds on their feet,
peaceful hearts too full for talk.