Pebbles and Shells (Hawkes collection)/Dawn
Appearance
DAWN
Slowly the waning stars above grow dim,
Flicker and pale, like sparks that disappear;—
Far in the east, the cold horizon's rim
Softens a shade as dawn of day draws near.
Flicker and pale, like sparks that disappear;—
Far in the east, the cold horizon's rim
Softens a shade as dawn of day draws near.
Then comes a flush, a soft, pale crimson streak,
That warms and mellows as the young day grows
Until it burneth like a maiden's cheek,
Or deeper like the crimson of the rose.
That warms and mellows as the young day grows
Until it burneth like a maiden's cheek,
Or deeper like the crimson of the rose.
But higher still the day's avenging fire
Streams o'er the ramparts of the flying night,
Flooding the world with swift effulgent light,
Waking a thousand songs from Nature's lyre;
And then the great sun rolls his golden car
Up from the east and drives the night afar.
Streams o'er the ramparts of the flying night,
Flooding the world with swift effulgent light,
Waking a thousand songs from Nature's lyre;
And then the great sun rolls his golden car
Up from the east and drives the night afar.