Here you will find thePoemWhen the spring mornings grew more longof poet Christopher John Brennan
When the spring mornings grew more long early I woke from dream that told of dreaded parting and the cold of the gray dawns when I should long to see once more that clear light fall upon my hands and know that near the yellow meadows shone with dear small flowers and hear thy laughter fall ? as now I long only to wake once in that quiet shine of spring and dream an hour the hour will bring thy laughing call that bids me wake
