“O happy, happy morning! O dear, familiar place! / O warm, sweet tears of Heaven, fast falling on my face! / O well-remembered, rainy wind, blow all my care away, / That I may be a child again this blissful morn of May.” WellsMayChildrenCareFacesFallHeavenMorningTearsSweetWindDearBlowWarmFamiliarRememberedRainyHappy MorningFamiliar Places Book:Poems Source: Poems
“You woke in the morning with the weight of doom on your head. You lay with eyes shut wondering why you dreaded the day; was it a debt, was it a lost love? -and then you remembered the nightmare....This was no time for beauty, for love, or private future....There was no future; everyone waited, marked time, waited. For what?” EyeLostWonderMorningWeightLaysDebtRememberedNightmareLost LoveDoom Author:Dawn Powell