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In the Morning
In the morning, I look’d out to the fields
Where I saw my love dance before mine eyes.
Her beauty a gift only nature yields,
My heart express’d its joy with wild cries.
She kneel’d to the river and drank her fill,
Then she ran through the sweet wheat, wet with dew
Follow’d by a bluebird that flew with skill,
Drinking in the refreshing river, too.
Up above, the bird and its friends took flight.
My darling took chase, darting through the trees.
The birds made feathers: red, purple, and white,
Float 'round her, carried by a blowing breeze.
In the morning, the world was so fruitful.
In the morning, my dear was beautiful.