Poems (Van Rensselaer)/Sunrise by the Sea
SUNRISE BY THE SEA
The wakening forest singeth to the sea,
"The day is coming, sing aloud with me!"
The darkness scatters and the dawn is here,
The silver light is spreading, day is near.
"Dawn!" say the birches, delicately stirred
To speak the happy word.
"The day is coming, sing aloud with me!"
The darkness scatters and the dawn is here,
The silver light is spreading, day is near.
"Dawn!" say the birches, delicately stirred
To speak the happy word.
The darkness vanishes, the night is done;
The sky is golden, gold the mounting sun;
"And all the forest glistens in his rays,
And all the ocean burns beneath his blaze.
"Light!" say the needles, sibilant and soft,
Of pine-trees far aloft.
The sky is golden, gold the mounting sun;
"And all the forest glistens in his rays,
And all the ocean burns beneath his blaze.
"Light!" say the needles, sibilant and soft,
Of pine-trees far aloft.
The young, the sturdy, and the ancient trees,
And in their boughs the little salt sea-breeze,
They cry, "Rejoice! Forget the chilly night,
Exult and sing, make merry in the light."
"Day!" sings the wild-rose as she offers up
The dew-drops in her cup.
And in their boughs the little salt sea-breeze,
They cry, "Rejoice! Forget the chilly night,
Exult and sing, make merry in the light."
"Day!" sings the wild-rose as she offers up
The dew-drops in her cup.