DAWN.

Mist on the mountain height

Silvery creeping;

Incarnate beads of light

Bloom-cradled sleeping,

Dripped from the brow of Night.

Shadows, and winds that rise

Over the mountain;

Stars in the spar that lies

Cold in the fountain,

Pale as the quickened skies.

Sheep in the wattled folds

Dreamily bleating,

Dim on the thistled wolds,

Where, glad with meeting,

Morn the thin Night enfolds.

Sleep on the moaning sea

Hushing his trouble;

Rest on the cares that be

Hued in Life's bubble,

Calm on the woes of me....

Mist from the mountain height

Hurriedly fleeting;

Star in the locks of Night

Throbbing and beating,

Thrilled with the coming light.

Flocks on the musky strips;

Pearl in the fountain;

Winds from the forest's lips;

Red on the mountain;

Dawn from the Orient trips.