[month Of] June

Rise up, and do begin the day's adorning;
The Summer dark is but the dawn of day.
The last of sunset fades into the morning,
The morning calls you from the dark away.
The holy mist, the white mist of the morning,
Was wreathing upward on my lonely way.
The way was waiting for your own adorning
That should complete the broad adorned day.

Rise up, and do begin the day's adorning;
The little eastern clouds are dapple grey:
There will be wind among the leaves to-day;
It is the very promise of the morning.
Lux Tua Via Mea: your light's my way -
Then do rise up and make it perfect day.

by Hilaire Belloc

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Comments (10)

We all need a lift from the troubles in this world. Good meaning for all.
A great poem packed with wisdom and full of positivity. CP
very well written linda...a deep appreciation of the ups and downs like can throw at you i can identify with your emphesis on understand its more of an exasperated cry for assimilating the reality of life and existence very well done cheers an ten
oh, a wonderful poem indeed. Capturing the essense of life, the human impotence of understanding
A real life poetry which makes one to see through. Simply beautiful, Linda.......10/10.
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