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Rachel Lyman Field

A Summer Morning

I saw dawn creep across the sky,

And all the gulls go flying by.

I saw the sea put on its dress

Of blue mid-summer loveliness,

And heard the trees begin to stir

Green arms of pine and juniper.

I heard the wind call out and say:

"Get up, my dear, it is to-day!"