Early Morning in the Town – III


The town’s asleep, the streets are bare and cold;
Shuttered the shops, the window-blinds are down;
Raw lies the morning on the sullen town,
Grey, chill and heavy like and ancient mould.
Adown the street anon with footsteps bold
Steps the warm sun, in orange-coloured gown;
Befor his tread the murk and gloom have flown,
And in the place of lead is burnished gold!
A human step is heard and echoes wide;
And then another, more, a host doth come
To the day’s work. Shops open, and a hum
Grows quick in volume like the flooding tide;
Raised high are window-blinds, cries sound the street,
And day is fully out, in robes complete