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