995 refreshing morning
I spent refreshing morning!
Such a morning will remember of that poetry.
Pippa's Song
Robert Brouwning
The year's at the spring.
And day's at the morning.
Morning's at seven.
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
Gods in his heaven-
All's right with the world!
Awesome!!