morningtide

The kirk was decked at morningtide, The tapers glimmered fair; The priest and bridegroom wait the bride, And dame and knight are there.

By night, by day, at morningtide and sunset, when darkness draweth on, and at early light I remember, and ever have remembered, in the realms of my mind and heart, the loved ones of the Lord.

First we'll up at earliest dawn, While as yet the dew is on The sooth'd grasses and the pied Blossomings of morningtide; Next, with rinsed cheeks that shine As the enamell'd eglantine, We will break our fast on bread With both cream and honey spread; Then, with many a challenge-call, We will romp from house and hall, Gypsying with the birds and bees Of the green-tress'd garden trees.

His father set psalms to music, his sister wrote madrigals, and his mother played sweet strains on a harp to waken him at morningtide.

And it went murmuring in the morningtide   Innumerable flatteries on its way, Kissing the cliffs and whispering at their feet With exquisite advancement, and retreat.