DAWN.
WHAT was thy dream, sweet Morning? for, behold!Thine eyes are heavy with the balm of night,And, like reluctant lilies, to the lightThe languid lids of lethargy unfold.Was it the tale of Yesterday retold—An echo wakened from the western height,Where the warm glow of sunset dalliance brightGrew, with the pulse of waning passion, cold?Or was it some heraldic vision grandOf legends that forgotten ages keepIn twilight, where the sundering shoals of dayVex the dim sails, unpiloted, of sleep,Till, one by one, the freighting fancies gay,Like bubbles, vanish on the treacherous strand?John B. Tabb.
WHAT was thy dream, sweet Morning? for, behold!Thine eyes are heavy with the balm of night,And, like reluctant lilies, to the lightThe languid lids of lethargy unfold.Was it the tale of Yesterday retold—An echo wakened from the western height,Where the warm glow of sunset dalliance brightGrew, with the pulse of waning passion, cold?Or was it some heraldic vision grandOf legends that forgotten ages keepIn twilight, where the sundering shoals of dayVex the dim sails, unpiloted, of sleep,Till, one by one, the freighting fancies gay,Like bubbles, vanish on the treacherous strand?John B. Tabb.
WHAT was thy dream, sweet Morning? for, behold!Thine eyes are heavy with the balm of night,And, like reluctant lilies, to the lightThe languid lids of lethargy unfold.Was it the tale of Yesterday retold—An echo wakened from the western height,Where the warm glow of sunset dalliance brightGrew, with the pulse of waning passion, cold?Or was it some heraldic vision grandOf legends that forgotten ages keepIn twilight, where the sundering shoals of dayVex the dim sails, unpiloted, of sleep,Till, one by one, the freighting fancies gay,Like bubbles, vanish on the treacherous strand?John B. Tabb.