Rising
Bring ash of dawn
Where honour has no moon
As Lunar marks the heart
Of rising dust and crack’d lawns.
All sing in cached yawns
All shake our greying swans
On hiving rust and stack’d pawns,
We stare on days gone far
Too soon.
Bring ash of dawn
Where honour has no moon
As Lunar marks the heart
Of rising dust and crack’d lawns.
All sing in cached yawns
All shake our greying swans
On hiving rust and stack’d pawns,
We stare on days gone far
Too soon.