THE sky is laced with fitful red, <br /> The circling mists and shadows flee, <br /> The dawn is rising from the sea, <br /> Like a white lady from her bed. <br /> <br /> And jagged brazen arrows fall <br /> Athwart the feathers of the night, <br /> And a long wave of yellow light <br /> Breaks silently on tower and hall, <br /> <br /> And spreading wide across the wold <br /> Wakes into flight some fluttering bird, <br /> And all the chestnut tops are stirred, <br /> And all the branches streaked with gold.<br /><br />Oscar Wilde<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/le-reveillon/
