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/impression-le-reveillon/
