My Morning, Rise

It must be, somewhere in my fluttering tent,Strange creatures, half tamed only yet, are pent—

Dragons, lop-winged birds, and large-eyed snakes!

Hark! through the storm the saddest howling breaks!

Or are they loose, roaming about the bent,

The darkness dire deepening with moan and scream?—

My Morning, rise, and all shall be a dream. 

– George MacDonald

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