THE STARS are pale. <br /> Old is the Night, his case is grievous, <br /> His strength doth fail. <br /> <br /> Through stilly hours <br />The dews have draped with love’s old lavishness <br /> The drowsy flowers. <br /> <br /> And Night shall die. <br />Already, lo! the Morn’s first ecstasies <br /> Across the sky. <br /> <br /> An evil time is done. <br />Again, as some one lost in a quaint parable, <br /> Comes up the Sun. <br /> <br /><br /><br />John Shaw Neilson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-break-of-day/
