Ode: Meditations on Sunrise Blessed are they who rise at dawn And move alone through golden mist To touch the gold-flecked waves that yawn Upon the slippery rocks, to lift one’s face up to be kissed By brightening air that comes in streaming Homeward now from broad dark seas To stroke the panes of windows gleaming And swirl the fronds of tallest trees. It is a quiet good to move this way Unnoticed and unseen, superfluous to majesty But lucky witness to waking day And grateful lover of all you see.