The dawn had barely woke; the moon afar-- A silver crescent on the lonely sky-- Forsaken was by her vast company; But one alone remained--the morning star. From out the east arose a crimson glow That, falling softly on the lake, awoke Not een the earliest singing-bird, nor broke The deep tranquility of Times dull flow. Most solemn hush! Is this the death of Night? I said within my heart; In Autumn-time The woods grow crimson weeping summers flight, While earth droops wearily and sighs forlorn. With wand-like touch, a flood of light sublime Dissolved the spell, and hailed the birth of Morn!
Posted on: Wed, 05 Nov 2014 01:55:15 +0000
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