Grey dawn on the sand-hills -- the night wind has drifted <br />All night from the rollers a scent of the sea; <br />With the dawn the grey fog his battalions has lifted, <br />At the call of the morning they scatter and flee. <br />Like mariners calling the roll of their number <br />The sea-fowl put out to the infinite deep. <br />And far overhead -- sinking softly to slumber -- <br />Worn out by their watching the stars fall asleep. <br /> <br />To eastward, where rests the broad dome of the skies on <br />The sea-line, stirs softly the curtain of night; <br />And far from behind the enshrouded horizon <br />Comes the voice of a God saying "Let there be light." <br /> <br />And lo, there is light! Evanescent and tender, <br />It glows ruby-red where 'twas now ashen-grey; <br />And purple and scarlet and gold in its splendour -- <br />Behold, 'tis that marvel, the birth of a day!<br /><br />Andrew Barton Paterson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunrise-on-the-coast/
