On the Hills of Dawn
Behold, the morning-glory’s sky-blue cup
Is mine wherewith to drink the nectar up
That morning spills of silver dew,
And song upon the winds that woo
And sigh their vows
Among the boughs!
Behold, I’m rich in diamonds rare,
And pearls, and breathe a golden air;
My room is filled with shattered beams
Of light; my life is one of dreams,
In my hut on
The hills of dawn.
Credit
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on November 8, 2020, by the Academy of American Poets.
About this Poem
“On the Hills of Dawn” originally appeared in The Poems of Alexander Lawrence Posey (Crane Printers, 1910).
Author
Alexander Posey
Alexander Lawrence Posey, born August 3, 1873, was a Muskogee Creek poet, journalist, and humorist known for his poems and Fus Fixico letters.
Date Published
01/01/1910