Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
IV. Day-dawnJohn Hunter
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Stirs the wide air. Thin clouds of pearly haze
Float slowly o’er the sky, to meet the rays
Of the unrisen sun,—whose faint beams play
Among the drooping stars, kissing away
Their waning eyes to slumber. From the gaze,
Like snow-wreath at approach of vernal days,
The moon’s pale circlet melts into the gray.
Glad Ocean quivers to the gentle gleams
Of rosy light that touch his glorious brow,
And murmurs joy with all his thousand streams;
And Earth’s fair face is mantling with a glow,
Like youthful Beauty’s, in its changeful hue,
When slumbers, rich with dreams, are bidding her adieu.