Dawn and the grass

Awaiting the dawn -- the silent grass
like a shy and willing country lass,
When a glimmer behind the mountains sprayed
To announce the dawn coming its way.
Slowly, slowly with even pace
Its presence upon the earth it makes
The overhanging fresh dewdrops
Hoping may one moment pause;
The secret coming from the eastern tops
A moment of great joy may cause;
But , nay not for a minuite or more
It makes no haste nor is slow;
As it comes it ought to go;
For the secret by the east it lays
which is the dawn that has come to stay.