POETRY.
DAWN.
OVER the chilly sea
The Dawn comes shiveringly,
Pearl white, the night dreams clinging to her eyesj.
Forlorn alone she waits By the world's open gates, A timid stranger under alien skies; A little while, and lo I Her robe of pallid snow Kindles to silver shot with orange streaks; As the still skies unfold Swift change from grey to gold, How the rose-red flushes her virgin cheeks I She hears from tiny throats Melodious greeting notes, The waters brighten foaming round her feet, O'er many a drowsy mile Earth wak-ens with a smile, And Dawn's heart leaps her loveliness to greet..
Dawn grows to Day, to Eve, That lingeringly takes leave, Brought in the sun's car o'er the shining dome; Then in the Night's recess She drinks forgetfulness, In dreams knows not the Day's desired home.
So when she comes again Across the glooming main, Ever thus sad and strange is that new birth, Ever unknown and new The joy that thrills her through, Kindled at sight of the awakening Earth.
Ever man's aged eyes Greet with new sweet surprise The lily of heaven, child of all days deceased, And man's heart, old so long, Uplifts the primal song, Smitten like Memnon from the sacred East.
WALTER HOGG-
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