Oscar Wilde (1854–1900). Poems. 1881.
53. Impression: Le Reveillon
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The circling mists and shadows flee,
The dawn is rising from the sea,
Like a white lady from her bed.
Athwart the feathers of the night,
And a long wave of yellow light
Breaks silently on tower and hall,
Wakes into flight some fluttering bird,
And all the chestnut tops are stirred,
And all the branches streaked with gold.