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DAWN-ANGELS
A. Mary F. Robinson
All night I watched awake for morning,
At last the
East grew all a flame,
The birds for welcome sang, or warning,
And with
their singing morning came.
Along the gold-green heavens drifted
Pale wandering souls that shun the
light,
Whose cloudy pinions, torn and rifted,
Had beat the bars of Heaven
all night.
These clustered round the moon, but higher
A troop of shining spirits
went,
Who were not made of wind or fire,
But some divine dream-element.
Some held the Light, while those remaining
Shook out their harvest-colored
wings,
A faint unusual music raining,
(Whose sound was Light) on earthly
things.
They sang, and as a mighty river
Their voices washed the night
away,
From East to West ran one white shiver,
And waxen strong their song
was Day.
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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