Maid Morning woke me with her breakfast deal.
She smoothly spread the butter upon night,
The milky foams come bubbling high until
The egg yolk cracks into the distant light.
Oh! The sizzling scent that soothes the slumbered souls!
How fraught we are by Nature’s earnest steam.
For all the world does dream as life unfolds,
But do you dream the chase or chase the dream?
Rachael Lum
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