Song

Morning opened

Like a rose,

And the snow on the roof

Rose-color took.

Oh, how the street

Toward light did leap!

And the lamps went out.

Brightness fell down

From the Steeple clock

To the row of shops

And rippled the bricks

Like the scales of a fish,

And all that day

Was a fairy tale

Told once in a while

To a good child.

— by Donald Justice

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