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
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