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What do I care for Morning

What do ic are for morning,
For a shivering aspen tree,
For sunflowers and sumac
Opening greedily?
What do I care for morning,
For the glare of the rising sun,
For a sparrows noisy prating,
For another begun?
Give me the beauty of evening,
The cool consummation of night,
And the moon like a love-sick lady,
Listless and wan and white.
Give me a little valley,
Huddled beside a hill,
Like a monk in a moastery,
Safe and contented and still.
Give me the white road glistening,
A strand of pale moon's hair,
And the tall hemlocks towering,
Dark as the moon is fair.
Oh what do I care for the mornin,
Naked and newly born--
Night is here, yielding and tender--
What do I care for dawn!

Written by Helene Johnson (1906-1995)


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