Fresher, than dawn our joy of earliest
Bird has broke the Night.
Or lastest star has paled.
Stronger, than Summer Sun which draws
the ripening heart of ripening Earth
Unto it's fire.
Tenderer, than evening when the hope-
tinted West brings Love and Heaven to
Hungry wearied souls - art thou
White-robed Fidelity -
May death's steel fingers pick at thy
   Embrace in vain -