AT SUNRISE
The moon declines in lonely gold
Among the stars of ashen-grey—
Veiling the pallors of decay
With clouds and glories, fold on fold.
Among the stars of ashen-grey—
Veiling the pallors of decay
With clouds and glories, fold on fold.
Within a crystal interlude,
Stillness and twilight rest awhile
Ere the bright snows, illumined, smile,
From peaks where sullen purples brood;
Stillness and twilight rest awhile
Ere the bright snows, illumined, smile,
From peaks where sullen purples brood;
And from the low Favonian bourn,
A light wind blows so dulcetly
It seems the futile silver sigh
Breathed by the lingering moon forlorn.
A light wind blows so dulcetly
It seems the futile silver sigh
Breathed by the lingering moon forlorn.