OUT OF THE MORNING - Will there really be a morning

Will there really be a morning?
Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?

Has it feet like water-lilies?
Has it feathers like a bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?

Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor!
Oh, some wise man from the skies!
Please to tell a little pilgrim
Where the place called morning lies!

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High from the earth I heard a bird; / He trod upon the trees

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Our journey had advanced; / Our feet were almost come

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Death is a dialogue between / The spirit and the dust.

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