Poems (Jordan)/Daybreak
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DAYBREAK
A shining shaft speeds from the bow Drawn by the Sun's bright fingers;In Night's dark breast 'tis buried low, There, quivering, it lingers.Then Night doth rise with kingly grace; His flashing eyes glance 'round him,But—sudden pallor spreads his face, And—dying—Dawn hath found him!
From out the wound, in sparkling streams, Flows light of his life holden;Morn, rudely wakened from her dreams, With falling tresses, golden,Hastes to her sire, her ruby lips To his cold brow she presses;His gray-grown locks her finger-tips— Dyed in his blood—caresses!