Awaken the Dawn

The east began blushing behind the trees While the moon hung over the lea And the velvet of night turned to sapphire hue Like the blue of a newborn sea. No breeze cared to move the whispering leaves But they whispered themselves alone And the first rays of sun kissed the cool of the morn Before mounting the aerial throne. The dew-spangled grass glittered pure and unspoilt As if hundreds of diamonds were strewn, Or like dozens of tears had been carefully dropped From the pearlescent eyes of the moon. Blue shadows hung shyly beneath the boughs Of the emerald, sylvan-king; The ancient pine swayed and held his court With the swallows on the wing. With a glorious, final shout of gold The sun was now enthroned While the world rejoiced like a sinner saved That the night's dark was atoned.