War Drums (Scharkie)/Sonnet (On flaky spires, up the east ascending)
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SONNET.
On flaky spires, up the east ascending,
Morn flashes out in stoles of purple light.
Far in her silent halls, she, upward wending,
Beats back the gloomy shadows of the night.
The twilight brightens through a misty shower,
Into red waves that calmly flow about;
And the moon pales, as pales a fading flower,
And one by one night's trembling lamps go out.
And up the glades, voluptuous songsters sprinkle
Cool dew-beads from blown wattles in their glee;
And pipe to where long sloping ridges wrinkle
Athwart the hazy outlines of the sea,
Which rolls round all, in restless change, and calm,
The organ chords of its eternal psalm.
Morn flashes out in stoles of purple light.
Far in her silent halls, she, upward wending,
Beats back the gloomy shadows of the night.
The twilight brightens through a misty shower,
Into red waves that calmly flow about;
And the moon pales, as pales a fading flower,
And one by one night's trembling lamps go out.
And up the glades, voluptuous songsters sprinkle
Cool dew-beads from blown wattles in their glee;
And pipe to where long sloping ridges wrinkle
Athwart the hazy outlines of the sea,
Which rolls round all, in restless change, and calm,
The organ chords of its eternal psalm.