Somewhere in your dreams, a rush of voices.
Insistent noise to wrest away your sleep.
Shrouded peels of bells and other choices,
Persist within your mind to make you weep.
Outside, the other world distils and sings,
To sheave the murmurs in the drowsy air,
And lulls the restless heart with songs it brings,
To open up your eyes to life’s affair.
The sounds that tug you gently at the morn,
That melts the fog and wash the night away.
Reminds you of the past and what was borne,
Amid the breaking light and dawning day.
And stars that shone so steadfast and so bright,
Recede again to find another night.


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