of nature –
    This is my dawn! That time was only “cockcrow”, after a final sleep I wake up to find that I am just looking forward to life –
     This morning a cold yellow lights up the eastern sides of trees, sheds, fences, & holes – a cat prances up a tree; a dog rummages around an old pile, while a rat furtively scurries from one hole to another; robin songs come from all sides; people are no longer people; the excitement of the season causes them all to be only hearts of the general undertone of awakening -
    You are too tolerant; You are as tolerant toward melancholy or