twenty one

Slipped from velvet bonds this morning comes
in chorus greeting with heavy dew drop drums;
Trooping eager those glorious regiments of day
slipped from sleep, free to frolic and play.

Awake at last but still heavy lays that sleep
upon my brow, and in bed yet strives me to keep;
Each her lusty breath of last night still at rest
upon my lips, in taste rejoice and remember best.