Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By A Handful of Honeysuckle (1878). II. Dawn-AngelsA. Mary F. Robinson-Darmesteter (18571944)
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At last the East grew all aflame,
The birds for welcome sang, or warning,
And with their singing morning came.
Pale wandering souls that shun the light,
Whose cloudy pinions torn and rifted,
Had beat the bars of Heaven all night.
A troop of shining spirits went,
Who were not made of wind or fire,
But some divine dream-element.
Shook out their harvest-coloured wings,
A faint unusual music raining,
(Whose sound was Light) on earthly things.
Their voices washed the night away,
From East to West ran one white shiver,
And waxen strong their song was Day.