Dawn came stealing over the hill,
And sent her searching fingers onto my windowsill.
There they danced, in amber, gold and red
Into my room and across my bed.
Reflected in my mirror like a thousand coloured threads.
Who could know gloom in this sunlit room?
Who could know pain when dawn?s sweet refrain
Heralds yet another new born day?
© Elizabeth Anderson 1958
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