The Dawn

I was trying to find the rest of this poem on various poetry searches.

It is the first lines of a poem called The Dawn by Walter de la Mare but I could not find it.

Eventually I found the book that I had remembered it from. Do you know of it?



“One after other break the birds

From motionless bush and tree

Into a strange and drowsy praise,

The flush of dawn to see.”



First of six verses.

Laurence Smith