Sunrise
Afar into the waking East, Each edged with trails of living fire,The clouds mount the sky apace, Still they climb the heavens higher.
Heralding approaching morn, They spread across the lighting grey,The promise of fulfillment given, The clouds fade and die away.
The East burns glowing, flaming dreams That shine as fable tells of old;For in the sunrise sparkle cities, Roofed and paved and walled with gold.
Shining with celestial fire, O sun, magnificence of light,You burn eternal in your course, And ever trail the fleeing night.
A hush precedes the coming host, A pause before the breaking day,The pink and gold in madness swirl, Rioting for mastery.
Proudly roll the clouds apart Like two great banners wide unfurled;A glimpse—a glow—and lo! the sun Has burst its glory to the world!
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