All That Constitutes a Receptive Mind

Grey dawn was retreating from my Front gate. I looked upon its obvious distress; And, slinking away as the new day Breaks... Its all too apparent old weariness. What strange compunction pulls on Us to pause At the sudden insistence of a whim? This, which, seemingly, without any Cause, Rising upwards from very deep within; Would I have tarried but too long a While I feared I might undo the fragile spell... But in that brief moment was Reconciled -- With childlike innocence where Wonder dwells! And God forbid that time should Undermine... All that constitutes a receptive Mind.