As the sun wakes up the night
Over the chill fields of white,
Through the solemn, naked tree,
Bereft of its summer green.
Mauve tinged heavens give it sheen.
Lo, a small and brilliant fire
Rising, rising ever higher,
With a promise warming me:
Thou, the goal of my desire,
A new day has come with thee.
– Walter Conrad
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