A Reed by the River/Dawn on the Sea
DAWN ON THE SEA
A cry rolls in from the tumultuous deep;"Make way! Make way! The mighty rideth on!"But earth awakes not from her flowery sleepTill floats the flaming banner of the dawn;"Make way! Make way!"—It is a ghostly cry;A king in exile moaneth in a dream,He sees his chariots roll against the sky,Ten thousand spears upon his pathway gleam;He wrestles with the wind and smites the shore,His heart girt round with maddening prison bands;But lo, a silver gull is skimming o'erThe waking waves that lap the soft-lipped sands;Back rolls that cry, mocked by a new-born light;The meadows, smiling, slip from out their night.