Above the marge of night a star still shines, <br />And on the frosty hills the sombre pines <br />Harbor an eerie wind that crooneth low <br />Over the glimmering wastes of virgin snow. <br /> <br />Through the pale arch of orient the morn <br />Comes in a milk-white splendor newly-born, <br />A sword of crimson cuts in twain the gray <br />Banners of shadow hosts, and lo, the day!<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-winter-dawn/
