At Sunrise

Now the stars have faded

In the purple chill,

Lo, the sun is kindling

On the eastern hill.

Tree by tree the forest

Takes the golden tinge,

As the shafts of glory

Pierce the summit's fringe.

Rock by rock the ledges

Take the rosy sheen,

As the tide of splendor

Floods the dark ravine.

Like a shining angel

At my cabin door,

Shod with hope and silence,

Day is come once more.

Then, as if in sorrow

That you are not here,

All his magic beauties

Gray and disappear.