Rainbows (Custance)/The Coming of Dawn
The Coming of Dawn
Oh, Dawn with hair of pallid gold,
This is the hour of your delight,
Up-waving from the east your white
Tremulous rose-stained wings of light,
Beat softly at the gates of Night,
The air is delicately cold.
This is the hour of your delight,
Up-waving from the east your white
Tremulous rose-stained wings of light,
Beat softly at the gates of Night,
The air is delicately cold.
And see! your spears of sunlight hurled
Athwart the pale sky's ranks of grey,
Cloud gonfalons drooped fold on fold,
So! as flower petals are unfurled
In silken silence to the day,
You blossom to the waking world.
Athwart the pale sky's ranks of grey,
Cloud gonfalons drooped fold on fold,
So! as flower petals are unfurled
In silken silence to the day,
You blossom to the waking world.