At Dawn

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    At Dawn

     

    The dawn is right for dying
    when the garden glistens in the dew,
    or frosty hung with ice.

     It matters not the time of year,
    but dying is right for the dawn,
    the beginning of a day.

     No matter how death comes,
    or on which day of life,
    but it needs to come at dawn.

     Let the fog of sleep surround
    and still your heart
    just at dawn.

     Then awake to that new day
    beyond this mortal world
    to see with fresh eyes the dawn.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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