Carol and Cadence New poems: MDCCCCII-MDCCCCVII: By John Payne |
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SUMMER DAWN. |
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SUMMER DAWN.
The purple star-pricked gloom of velvet-vestured night
Begins to pale and fade in the fast-chilling air;
Its jewels one by one drop out and leave it bare:
The trees, without wind, sway, as to some spirit's flight,
Begins to pale and fade in the fast-chilling air;
Its jewels one by one drop out and leave it bare:
The trees, without wind, sway, as to some spirit's flight,
The thrill of Nature's pulse, prophetic of the light;
Old London's spires and peaks, fire-fretted by the fair
Young day, thrust up to plant their heaven-ascending stair
Against its waxing wall of rose and opal-white.
Old London's spires and peaks, fire-fretted by the fair
Young day, thrust up to plant their heaven-ascending stair
Against its waxing wall of rose and opal-white.
Yonder, on the Eastern hills, the horizon is a-flame,
Where the new sun unfurls his oriflamme of fire:
A moment more, and lo, the glad blue day is born!
A burst of song soars up to hail it from the choir
Of wakening birds and all, hills, plains, heaven, earth, acclaim
The immeasurable might and majesty of morn.
Where the new sun unfurls his oriflamme of fire:
A moment more, and lo, the glad blue day is born!
A burst of song soars up to hail it from the choir
Of wakening birds and all, hills, plains, heaven, earth, acclaim
The immeasurable might and majesty of morn.
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