SUNRISE
Silence-shod Dawn, in gauzy garments frocked,
Came slowly down the ebon stairs of Night,
And, with her silver key, for Morn unlocked—
But did not ope—the jeweled gates of light.
Came slowly down the ebon stairs of Night,
And, with her silver key, for Morn unlocked—
But did not ope—the jeweled gates of light.
Awhile she lingered, leaning o'er the rails
Surrounding the smooth plot of fading stars,
With eyes alight as, peeping through the pales,
She saw Morn lift the loosened golden bars.
Surrounding the smooth plot of fading stars,
With eyes alight as, peeping through the pales,
She saw Morn lift the loosened golden bars.
So sweet her face, beneath its hood of gray,
While one plucked star lay gleaming on her breast,
As, blushing, she received the King of Day,
Who on her trembling lips warm kisses pressed.
While one plucked star lay gleaming on her breast,
As, blushing, she received the King of Day,
Who on her trembling lips warm kisses pressed.
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