another cup another morning

the bird's sharp whistle warns that it is there
none must cross its bounds without permit
day wakens mild in the still bright air

nothing like this so sharp and cool and clear
the purple of the flowers seems to transmit
the bird's sharp whistle warns that it is there

quiet the rush is past the morning's fair
autumn's soft hand has us in its remit
day wakens mild in the still bright air

it isn't that we don't want to know or care
but we desire for one moment to intermit
the bird's sharp whistle warns that it is there

no matter that we have not time to spare
to duty now and always we must submit
day wakens mild in the still bright air

the veil that night has held the day will tear
our work and actions we must now commit
the bird's sharp whistle warns that it is there
day wakens mild in the still bright air